Nor flattering words devise;
They know the God of truth can see
Through every false disguise.
They hate the varied hosts of lies,
In all their crooked lines;
Firm to the truth until they rise
Where truth resplendent shines.’
“And now, my child,” continued Mr. Robinson, “let us turn our inquiries upon our own hearts.
‘Does no dark sign, no ground of fear,
In practice or in thought appear?’