No, brothers! no despairing — Envy's eye,
Sharp and malevolent, may pierce ye through —
Yet wound not truth by weakness, nor undo
Her victories by mistrust — nor faint — nor fly —
Since truth should stand erect, and lift on high
Her glorious standard; for she can subdue
Resistance into fealty — blasphemy
Into pure worship, — into reverence true.
Truth is a storm on Lebanon, that shaketh
The mighty cedars which resist her shock;
Oppos'd — far mightier is the stir she maketh —
Her tongue is as a sword — her breath a rock —
Her heart is marble — pillars are her hands,
And trampling down her foes, with granite feet she stands.
Sharp and malevolent, may pierce ye through —
Yet wound not truth by weakness, nor undo
Her victories by mistrust — nor faint — nor fly —
Since truth should stand erect, and lift on high
Her glorious standard; for she can subdue
Resistance into fealty — blasphemy
Into pure worship, — into reverence true.
Truth is a storm on Lebanon, that shaketh
The mighty cedars which resist her shock;
Oppos'd — far mightier is the stir she maketh —
Her tongue is as a sword — her breath a rock —
Her heart is marble — pillars are her hands,
And trampling down her foes, with granite feet she stands.
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