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 85. The Age to Come  WHEN I would search the truths that in me burn, And mould them into rule and argument, A hundred reasoners cried, "Hast thou to learn Those dreams are scatter'd now, those fires are  spent?" And, did I mount to simpler thoughts, and try Some theme of peace, 'twas still the same reply.  Perplex'd, I hoped my heart was pure of guile, But judged me weak in wit, to disagree; But now, I see that men are mad awhile, 'Tis the old history Truth without a home, Despised and slain, then rising from the tomb.  Palermo .  June 9, 1833.