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And of all truths no other truth
So true as this one seems; While others' faults, that plainest were,
Grow indistinct as dreams.
All men look good except ourselves,
All but ourselves are great; The rays, that make our sins so clear,
Their faults obliterate.
Things, that appeared undoubted sins,
Wear little crowns of light; Their dark, remaining darkness still,
Shames and outshines our bright.
Time was, when I believed that wrong
In others to detect, Was part of genius, and a gift
To cherish, not reject.
Now better taught by Thee, O Lord!
This truth dawns on my mind, — The best effect of heavenly light
Is earth's false eyes to blind.
Thou art the Unapproached, whose height
Enables Thee to stoop, Whose holiness bends undefiled
To handle hearts that droop.