Behold the Present
Behold the Present
(ere truth be twisted)
Behold the present now: though Truth be rent,
And bent by Fate to counterfeit intent;
Reverse it, rend it—still the hour stands
To name thee won by no deferred commands.
The ages mask what breathes before their eyes,
They gild the lie and christen doubt as wise;
Yet every veil they draw, each fraud they spin,
But strips the world and hastens truth within.
For Truth bends not to time, nor tongue, nor crowd;
She waits while empires rise and fall unbow’d.
Stand here—no court beyond this breath is lent:
The sentence speaks: thou art now won, present.
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