Price of Truth

Great truths are dearly bought. The common truth, Such as men give and take from day to day, Comes in the common walk of easy life, Blown by the careless wind across our way. Bought in the market, at the current price, Bred of the smile, the jest, perchance the bowl; It tells no tales of daring or of worth, Nor pierces even the surface of a soul. Great truths are greatly won. Not found by chance, Nor wafted on the breath of summer-dream; But grasped in the great struggle of the soul,...