Nothing Is, but What Is Evident
Nothing is, but what is evident.
In
truth, the truth appears but to the eye.
Could one but understand what
might be meant,
Opening one's heart to pure intent,
Love the answer
to one's what or why,
Angels would towards Bethlehem be bent:
So one
might believe, though gingerly.
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