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CUERVO - Biblioteca Nacional de Colombia

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PARACELSUS<br />

The last and silliest outrage-mere pretence I<br />

I knew it, I foretold it from the first,<br />

How soon the stupid won<strong>de</strong>r you mistook<br />

For genuine loyal ty-a cheering promise<br />

Of better things to come-would pall and pass;<br />

And every word comes true. Saul is among<br />

The prophets I Just so long as I was pleased<br />

To playoff the mere marvels of my art­<br />

Fantastic gambols leading to no end-<br />

I got.huge praise; but one can ne'er keep down<br />

Our foolish nature's weakness : there they flocked,<br />

Poor <strong>de</strong>vils, jostling, swearing, and perspiring,<br />

Till the walls rang again; and all for me I<br />

I had a kindness for them, which was right;<br />

But then I stopped not till I tacked to that<br />

A trust in them and a respect-a sort<br />

Of sympathy for them: I must needs begin<br />

To teach them, not amaze them; "to impart<br />

" The spirit which should instigate the search<br />

" Of truth: " just what you ba<strong>de</strong> me I I spoke out.<br />

Forthwith a mighty squadron, in disgust,<br />

Filed off-" the sifted chaff of the sack," I said,<br />

Redoubling my en<strong>de</strong>avours to secure<br />

The rest; when 10 lone man had stayed thus long<br />

Only t o ascertain if I supported<br />

This tenet of his, or that; another loved<br />

To hear impartially before he judged,<br />

And having heard, now judged; this bland disciple<br />

Passed for my dupe, but all along, it seems,<br />

Spied error where his neighbours marvelled most :<br />

That fiery doctor who had hailed me friend,<br />

Did it because my bye-paths, once proved wrong<br />

And beaconed properly, would commend again<br />

The good old ways our sires jogged safely o'er,<br />

Though not their squeamish sons; the other worthy<br />

Discovered divers verses of St. John,<br />

\Vhich, read successively, refreshed the soul,<br />

But, muttered backwards, cured the gout, the stone,<br />

The choIic, and what not :-quid mulla? The end<br />

Was a clear class-room, with a quiet leer<br />

From grave folk, and a sour reproachful glance<br />

From those in chief, who, cap in hand, installed<br />

The new professor scaree a year before;<br />

And a vast flourish about patient merit<br />

Obscured awhile by flashy tricks, but sure<br />

Sooner or later to emerge in splendour-<br />

Of which the example was some luckless wight<br />

'Vhom my arrival had discomfited,<br />

But now, it seems, the general voice recalled<br />

15-D<br />

©<strong>Biblioteca</strong> <strong>Nacional</strong> <strong>de</strong> <strong>Colombia</strong><br />

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