Truth is a golden thread, seen here and there <br />In small bright specks upon the visible side <br />Of our strange being's parti-coloured web. <br />How rich the universe! 'Tis a vein of ore <br />Emerging now and then on Earth's rude breast, <br />But flowing full below. Like islands set <br />At distant intervals on Ocean's face, <br />We see it on our course; but in the depths <br />The mystic colonnade unbroken keeps <br />Its faithful way, invisible but sure. <br />Oh, if it be so, wherefore do we men <br />Pass by so many marks, so little heeding?<br /><br />Arthur Hugh Clough<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-thread-of-truth/
