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Like leaves a storm is furious at,
Men flutter down in fields unfenced;
Yet Truth has a pact with nature that
All Hate is powerless against.
As petals, crumbling to the ground,
Cater to blossoms, mankind knows
The flower of Truth is lost and found
In resurrection of the rose.
From Second Aeon no. 14, 1972