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That 's the first o' the truths found: all things, slow Or quick i' the passage, come at last to that, you know! Each has a false outside, whereby a truth is forced To issue from within: truth, falsehood, are divorced By the excepted eye, at the rare season, for The happy moment. Life means--learning to abhor The false, and love the true, truth treasured snatch by snatch, Waifs counted at their worth. And when with strays they match I' the particolored world,--when, under foul, shines fair, And truth, displayed i' the point, flashes forth everywhere I' the circle, manifest to soul, though hid from sense, And no obstruction more affects this confidence,-- When faith is ripe for sight,--why, reasonably, then Comes the great clearing-up. Wait threescore years and ten!