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The Thread of Truth

By Arthur Hugh Clough

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Truth is a golden thread, seen here and there     In small bright specks upon the visible side     Of our strange beings party-coloured web.     How rich the converse! Tis a vein of ore     Emerging now and then on Earths rude breast,     But flowing full below. Like islands set     At distant intervals on Oceans face,     We see it on our course; but in the depths     The mystic colonnade unbroken keeps     Its faithful way, invisible but sure.     Oh, if it be so, wherefore do we men     Pass by so many marks, so little heeding?

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Arthur Hugh Clough

About Arthur Hugh Clough

Arthur Hugh Clough (1819–1861) was an English poet whose work explores Victorian doubt and moral uncertainty. His poems "Say Not the Struggle Naught Availeth" and "The Latest Decalogue" are sharp, thoughtful, and still widely anthologized.

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