And of the Truth I now will sing
A wonderous great faceted thing
And all things do it tend towards
Like the point of a thousand living swords
Tis seen in the face of a woman fair
In the swing of her hips, the light in her hair
Though far from her mind the Truth may be
When her lips turn up duplicitously.
Is it perfection of symetry, perfection of form?
Or eyes that spark up and keep all men warm?
Looks that deceive while mind stays aloof
Whisper: Truth is Beauty and Beauty is Truth.
Tis seen in the strange science of men
In the laws that govern the flow of my pen
Strange spinning protons and electrons that spark
Things that will aid us to drive out the Dark.
In such small things does Columb's Law show
The way to the secrets that great men know:
The Truth surrounds us, have you no eyes to see?
It is proven so, and so it must be.
Tis seen in the God of flaming glass
Who makes all good things come to pass
In Gabriel's gold horn and heaven's huge hounds
Who shake the last pillar and blow the world down.
Tis seen in the tangled Trinity
And Christ who died on Calvary.
Who through his life my mind relieved
Blessed are they who cannot see, but being blind believe.