TRUTH, like the diamond, is a fount of light,
Beaming effulgent in the darkest night;
Error its ebon form may intervene,
But still it beams as brightly, though unseen;
And though thus hid till centuries have past,
The steady fire shall slay the foe at last.
Dark clouds may sometimes veil its radiant form,
And lightning rend it;—but, amid the storm,
The gem is undefiled, and its pure ray
Brighter shall shine, like sunbeams on the day
When storm, and cloud, and lightning pass away.
(found in Sept. 1854 edition of The Pioneer)