Sometimes, the truth is hard to ferret out.
Sometimes, when frightened, we do obfuscate
That which awakens, in our souls, the doubt
Which most relates to what relates to fate.
Sometimes, the providence, too far away,
Is difficult for straining eyes to see -
Sometimes, unwittingly, do we betray
That adumbration of identity.
But we may see, if we ourlelves are clear,
For truth is such, though it may tend to hide,
That it will honor all who hold it dear,
Or all who purge their hearts and souls of pride.
Sometimes, the truth may prove to be as deep
As are those lays which move e'en men to weep.