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To What An End
To what an end these means may justify?
What purpose, the, could such an effort serve?
Where all is ripped apart, left to the sky,
To wind and weather, wounded, open-nerved.
If truth will out, why then do lies pervade,
Tenacious in their grasp of human-kind:
So helpless to resist it men are made,
That day by day, we languish in its bind.
Yet, by dear heaven, I would be deceived—
Yes, blinded to assert that falsehood stands.
We see the lies, but must they be believed?
I say the time for truth is nigh at hand.
And then, and last, we all will come to know
The reason and the rhyme of all our woe.