Of his own passionate truth; the harsh pained cry
For truth, for truth, of one who saw the throng
Bewildered and astray, the ways of love
Grown tortuous, and the path to heaven grown dim
Through man’s unheed for truth.
I saw him greet
Condorcet, at the Academy. “We have lost
Two members. I condole with you, my friend.
It is their last éloges you’ll speak to-day!
How will you bury their false theories?