Waifs counted at their worth. And when with strays they match
I' the particolored world,—when, under foul, shines fair,
And truth, displayed i' the point, flashes forth everywhere
I' the circle, manifest to soul, though hid from sense,
And no obstruction more affects this confidence,—
When faith is ripe for sight,—why, reasonably, then
Comes the great clearing-up. Wait threescore years and ten!
LXXXVII
Therefore I prize stage-play, the honest cheating; thence