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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357867" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Eternal Circle</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, a visitor from somewhere right outside this Mundane Ball <br>Do not ask me where he came from, for that point's not clear at all;<br>For he might have been an angel, or he might have come from Mars,<br>Or from any of the other of the fixed or unfixed stars.<br>As regards his mental make-up he was much like you or me;<br>And he toured about the country, just to see what he could see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well, this superhuman person was of most inquiring mind,<br>And 'twas noted, from his questions, he was very far from blind,<br>And the striking thing about him was his stern, compelling eye,<br>That demanded Truth ungarbled when he paused for a reply.<br>And, despite the mental wriggles of the folk he interviewed,<br>When they placed the Truth before him she was ab-so-lutely nude.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At our Civilised Society he stared in some amaze,<br>As he muttered his equivalent for 'Gosh!' or 'Spare me days!'<br>For our cherished modes and customs knocked him sideways, so to speak.<br>'To solve,' said he, 'this mystery, now whither shall I seek?<br>For a sane and sound solution I must question those on high,'<br>Said this extra-mundane being with the stern, compelling eye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, his methods were intelligent - I confess,<br>For he started with our Politics, religion and the Press.<br>Thus, he read a morning paper through, intently, ev'ry leaf,<br>Then hied him out to interview the editor-in-chief:<br>'They say that Truth lives in a well,' he muttered as he went;<br>'But her well is not an inkwell, I will lay my last lone cent.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It chanced he found the editor unguarded and alone<br>At the office of the paper - 'twas the MORNING MEGAPHONE.<br>'Now, I take it,' said the visitor, 'you represent the Press,<br>That great Public Educator?' And the pressman murmured, 'Yes.'<br>'Yet in yesterday's edition I perceived a glaring lie!<br>How's this?' He fixed the pressman with his stern, compelling eye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the editor he stammered, and the editor he 'hemmed'<br>And muttered things like 'Gracious me!' and likewise, 'Well, I'm demned!'<br>But the lady Truth came tripping, all undressed and unashamed;<br>'Oh, I own it!' cried the editor. 'But how can I be blamed?<br>There's our blighted advertisers and our readers - Spare my grief!<br>But we've got to please the public!' moaned the editor-in-chief.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now to interview a statesman and consider his reply,'<br>Said this strange Select Committee with the stern, compelling eye.<br>And the Honorable Member for Mud Flat he chanced to find<br>In a noble Spring-street building of a most palatial kind.<br>And the Honorable Member viewed his visitor with awe,<br>For he surely had the most compelling eye you ever saw.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now, then, tell me,' said the visitor; 'you are a man of State,<br>And you blither on the platform of this Nation grand and great;<br>Of this noble Land's great destiny I've heard you talking hard,<br>But, whene'er it comes to voting, it's the 'claims' of your back yard.<br>Do you represent the Nation, as you often say you do,<br>Or a hen-roost or a cow-yard, or a parish-pump or two?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the politician stuttered, and the politician stared,<br>But to voice his patriotic platitudes he felt too scared;<br>For the lady Truth insisted, and he blurted, 'It's the Votes!<br>You must blame the dashed electors when you see us turn our coats!<br>Our constituents control us. You must please remember that.<br>And we've got to please the public!' whined the Member for Mud Flat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now to look into religion,' said the visitor, 'I'm told<br>I may get much information from a Wowser-of-the-Fold.'<br>And he sought him out a Wowser of the very sternest breed:<br>'Sweet Charity, they tell me, is the keynote of your creed.<br>And of mercy for the sinner, and of succor for the weak<br>>From the pulpit, on a Sunday, I have often heard you speak;<br>Yet Charity is turned to Spite, and Scorn becomes your creed<br>When they speak of giving bounty to weak Magadalene in need.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the Wowser hesitated, and the Wowser rolled his eyes,<br>And sought in vain to call to mind some Wowserish replies.<br>But the lady truth came peeping, and the Wowser cried, 'O, Lor!'<br>And he hastily drew the blind and softly closed the door.<br>'She is naked!' gasped the Wowser. 'Oh, where are the hussy's clothes?<br>If my dear brethren saw me now! Oh, what do you suppose!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The Truth!' exclaimed the querist with the stern, compelling eye.<br>''Tis my flock!' exclaimed the Wowser. 'Oh, I cannot tell a lie!<br>My flock of virgins sour and chaste, and matrons undeceived,<br>They would hound me from the pulpit if I said what I believed!<br>I dot on notoriety! The Truth it must be told.<br>Oh, I've got to please my public!' moaned the Wowser-of-the-Fold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now, this Public; I must nail it,' said the queer Inquisitor.<br>''Tis the favor of this mighty god they all seem eager for;<br>And they always strive to please him, and his sentiments express<br>In their Parliaments and Pulpits and their organs of the Press.<br>And I'll get a sure solution if I hvae the luck to meet -<br>What is this he's called? - the Man, or Bloque, or Fellow-in-the-Street.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A Fellow-in-the-Street was found, and typical was he,<br>An eager hunter of the thing that men call £. s. d.<br>He wore a strained expression on his features, dull and flat,<br>Also bifurcated coat-tails, and a little hard round hat.<br>His talk was mainly platitutdes, when it wasn't shop or horse,<br>And he had some fixed opinions and a bank account, of course.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now, then, tell me,' said the visitant, 'What are you private views<br>On you Politics, Religion and the Sheet that gives you news?<br>I have heard a lot about you, and a deal I'd like to know<br>Of why you work, and what you think, and where you hope to go.<br>I feel assured that I shall find the Truth in your reply.'<br>And he fixed the foolish Fellow with his stern, compelling eye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Fellow hemmed and hawed a bit, the Fellow looked about,<br>And the lady Truth smiled sweetly while he murmured, as in doubt.<br>'Well, re-al-ly, my views upon those things I can't express.<br>You must ask our Politicians and the Parsons and the Press.<br>But as for me - well, candidly, you've got me off my beat;<br>For I don't know much about it!' said the Fellow-in-the-Street.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">''Tis the Circle!' cried the visitor. ''Tis the same old crazy game<br>Right through the trackless Milky Way to there from whence I came.<br>The Earth is round, the Moon is round, and Jupitre and Mars,<br>Their orbit's all, and Saturn's rings, and countless million stars.<br>All throughout the constellations I have journeyed, to and fro,<br>But ev'rything goes round and round no matter where I go.<br>All the Universe is circles! All one tantalising twirl!<br>Oh, is there nothing straight or square in all this cosmic whirl?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And with these strange and cryptic words the Being fled afar,<br>Back to his native hiding-place - his fixed or unfixed star.<br>Some say his name was 'Reason,' other hold 'twas 'Intellect':<br>But as for me I have no views to voice in that respect.<br>His motives seemed mysterious; I know not how nor why;<br>I only know he had a stern and most compelling eye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a><div class=q>
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