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The Truth
Rhyme and Reason
Nizamat Jang

Truth needs no armour! Her unshielded breast

May be exposed to calumny and wrong

By the mean malice of the ignoble throng –

Bondmen of vice who, virtues power detest –

But pierced and bleeding, it will yet attest

Her power to triumph though she suffer long

For ’tis the wounded heart that grows more strong

Through pain, to accomplish virtue’s high behest!

Midst slander venomed darts that fill the air

And all unmoved by falsehood’s hideous cries,

And scorning dastard blows from hands unseen

Unarmed, unaided and with bosom bare

She stands defiant and her faith lit eyes

She turns to heaven unconquered and serene.



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