I SAW Truth on the mountains, golden-shod <br /> With day-dawn, girt about with skies <br /> Of azure mist, half veiling from man's eyes <br />Her silent face and gaze upturned to God. <br />Beneath were clouded steeps of shale and sod, <br />5 <br /> Tracked deviously by feet that human-wise <br /> Toiled upward, but toiled vainly towards the prize; <br />Some following, shunning some where others trod. <br />Yet in the darkness oft there came, "I see," <br /> From eager hearts I met. "Behold!" men cried, <br />10 <br /> Yet variously; "such are Truth's features high." <br />Self's shadow, form the soul's intensity <br /> Cast on the mist, not such the face I spied, <br /> Calm, sovereign, silent, upturned 'midst the sky.<br /><br />Frederick George Scott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/truth-249/
