Nothing Is, but What Is Evident
By Arnolt Schlick. Sequenced by David Cooke.
|Nothing is, but what is evident.|
In truth, the truth appears but to the eye.
Could one but understand what might be meant,
Opening one's heart to pure intent,
Love the answer to one's what or why,
Angels would towards Bethlehem be bent:
So one might believe, though gingerly.
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