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Show THE IDOL libera kaown It young, I have knows it old, I hare found an idol of purest gold. And yut there, has always come a day When I taw that the idol's feet were day. K Of purest gold was fashioned tbe rest, In that one idol I loved the best ; And ah ! that there should bo this to say, That the feet were clay, the feet were clay. You may watch till watching outdoes your might, Never the gold is a whit leas bright; The idol never shall lose a ray, But the feet are clay, the feet are clay. I had counted, half knowing, the oast before; "If only the idol is mine to adore." , I criud, "it is naught if the trumpets bray That the feet are clay, tbe feet are clay. "If the thunder's voice should bear it afar That tbe idet is what all idols are; If t take thorn for gold, what matters it, pray, If the feet of the idol are only clayr And yet the news one day must come With tune of harp or rattle of drum, In strife of squadrons, on moonlit bay, That the feet after all are nothing but clay. Let the people tell it, and let them repeat . What tales they like of the idol's feet, ' To this assurance my life I'll bold, That the idol's heart is of purest gold. A worshiper must be brave and wise Tbe gold is a daunUea gazer's prize; Tiithe blind who chant in the same dull way , That the feet of our idols are always clay-Let clay-Let tb darkoned eyes of the blind awake. Let tbem see the truth for the truth's own sake, They shall know 'tis a foolish tale is told That even the feet are of augbt but gold. Let the blind but open their eyes to the licbt, . Nay, let them see truth in their visions of night, , So shall they an Idol fashioned behold Through and through of the purs gold. -Walter Horrid Pollock in Longman's. |