Must we not then with patience wait
False to distinguish from sincere?
Or can we on another’s state
Pronounce
before the fruits appear?
Can we the witnesses receive
Who of their own perfection boast
The fairest words as fruit receive?
The fairest words are leaves at most.
How shall we then the spirits prove?
Their actions with their words compare
And wait—till humblest
meekest love
Their perfect nothingness declare:
But if the smallest spark of pride
Or selfishness
break out at last
Set the false witnesses aside;
Yet hold the truth for ever fast.
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