In
sharp edged lands
where many dwell
All
things are true or
false, and if you try,
A
little thought will
be enough to tell
My
truth from your
illusion or your lie.
From
which it follows,
as the night the day,
Since
all of us have
use of reason’s tools
That
all who disagree
with what I say
With
certainty are
either rogues or fools.
I
have not found it
so; the world I see
Has
honest men with
minds as good as mine;
I
can find reasons
that seem good to me
But
proofs beyond
dispute are hard to find.