¶ Some of these poems have appeared in The Athenæum, Blackwood’s Magazine, The Englishwoman, Root and Branch, The Saturday Westminster, and The Vineyard: by the courtesy of whose editors they are reprinted in this volume. Man cannot be a sophist to his heart, He must look nakedly on his intent, Expose it of all shreds of argument, And strip it like a slave-girl in the mart. What though with speckled truths and masked confessions He still deceives awhile the outer sense? At barely half his honesty’s expense Still earns the world’s excuse for the world’s transgressions?…
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