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E search in vain for diamonds that may not con- tain a flaw In the hook of human character set to type in Nature's law, And the jewel as we read it, from the cover and the clasp Is misleading as the mischief is a bunco and a graft. Each boat that sails the ocean, with propeller, air or steam May move along majestic with its deep substantial beam, But well beneath the surface cling adherents to its keel, Through which comes waste of power, that the captain won't reveal. A trace of striking grandeur may prove the forest's pride With heart as pure and flawless as in the world abide; But some hollow shell-barked monster that insists on being found Will throw a weight most cruelly and bear it to the ground. So when we see the cruelty about the world to-day, We look unto the promise when shall child with lions play; When love has brought together the blendings of the scroll When a Higher Hand shall mediate and none shall take the toll. |