What Is Truth
By Chauncy Hare Townshend
Oh, how we pine for truth! for something more
Than husks of learning! How did ancient Greece
Hang on the virtuous lips of Socrates,
Turning from words more sounding to adore
The wisdom that sent souls to their own store
For knowledge. So let us our hearts release!
‘Tis time the jargon of the schools should cease, —
Errors that rot Theology’s deep core,
Lying at the base of things. Down, down must fall
The glittering edifice, cemented much
With blood, but baseless. At Truth’s simple touch
All the vain fabric will be shattered, — all!
But not the Bible! Nature there is stored,
And God! Eternal is the Saviour’s Word!