Chapter 1642 of 1964 · 65 words · ~1 min read

XIII.

Besides, my Muse by no means deals in fiction: She gathers a repertory of facts, Of course with some reserve and slight restriction, But mostly sings of human things and acts-- And that's one cause she meets with contradiction; For too much truth, at first sight, ne'er attracts; And were her object only what's called Glory, With more ease too she'd tell a different story.