Fractious suspicions held the mind its troubles:
A constructional philosophy that slowed the swaying decay of decency.
All sentiment reactionary, and rife to a narrowed edge:
Temperament in sights ignited to tectonic sounding.
In anger thereby presumed, the righteous man
Is proved mistaken in this instance,
Though he know not the difference,
As to a deaf man attending an opera,
Or a blind man surveying an art galley,
In the midst of a last revival.
All loss and frailties made against him forgot,
Had reaped like an ocean advancing on a desert.
‘Stand your ground’ invites the indistinctive narrator,
‘And all that is dear, remain true, unto you.’
by Walter Carvel