Magna Est Veritas Poem by Coventry Patmore
Magna Est Veritas
Here, in this little Bay,
Full of tumultuous life and great repose,
Where, twice a day,
The purposeless, gay ocean comes and goes,
Under high cliffs, and far from the huge town,
I sit me down.
For want of me the world's course will not fail:
When all its work is done, the lie shall rot;
The truth is great, and shall prevail,
When none cares whether it prevail or not.
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4/26/2024 12:12:33 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I love the simplicity and accessibility of Patmore's poems. Although he can sometimes be a little over-sentimental and is very much a product of his age, Angel in the House being a supreme example of both unfortunate traits, at other times he has perfect expression.