Vassal's Troth Poem by Hannington Mumo

Erstwhile was my eye blind
To your most pristine shine,
Which best scans eschews
With a graceful guiling sign.

Yet now may my pupil sight
Your wondrous doings espy,
Which men's erudition mock
With wisest strategem high.

Most sterling sense I salute
In your ageless infinite trails,
Which world's charlatan wits
Shame as brazen lying tales.

Invincible light at last I find
Cached in your lasered writ,
Which does all sciences' ink
Render mere deluding crypt.