by Unknown
Jun 2010 365 Views 1 comments
Unseeing Mole
A man who reads the Word
Not under the Lords auspices
But under the auspices of his own intelligence
Thinks himself a lynx
And better sighted than Argus
And yet he inwardly
Sees not a shred of truth But only what is false
And under self persuasion
This falsity seems to him
Like a polar star
Towards which he directs
All the sails of his thought
And then he no more sees truth
Than a mole.
Not under the Lords auspices
But under the auspices of his own intelligence
Thinks himself a lynx
And better sighted than Argus
And yet he inwardly
Sees not a shred of truth But only what is false
And under self persuasion
This falsity seems to him
Like a polar star
Towards which he directs
All the sails of his thought
And then he no more sees truth
Than a mole.
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Posted: Jun 2010
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