The Great War

from War: an Ode And Other Poems, an electronic edition

A Lie

THE higher that our spirits climb,

The more does Truth appear a lie,

The more do things of Space and Time

Appear a rainbow in the sky--

A frail illusion of the sun

That fades and perishes when won--

Merely a rainbow, red and blue,

A thing the birds go flying through;

Yet on the rainbow's coloured arch

(Only perhaps six inches broad)

Armies of Hopes and Dreams can march

Up to the very Heart of God.

Be truth a lie,

Yet far and high,

In search of truth we still will fly;

For even on a rainbow rim

We have a shining path to Him,

So far behind, so high above.

Whose thoughts are truth, whose deeds are love.