Truth’s Paradoxes

Why does a strange discordance break The ordered scheme’s fair harmony? Hath God decreed ’twixt truth and truth There may such lasting warfare be, That truths, each severally plain, We strive to reconcile in vain?

Or is the discord not in truth, Since truth is self consistent ever? But, close in fleshly wrappings held, The blinded mind of man can never Discern⁠—so faint her taper shines⁠— The subtle chain that all combines?

Ah! then why burns man’s restless mind Truth’s hidden portals to unclose? Knows he already what he seeks? Why toil to seek it, if he knows? Yet, haply if he knoweth not, Why blindly seek he knows not what? 32