One extreme joins another
Sovranty fain to smother
“I say right,” and “I speak true.”
One and all without a clue
Wet with pride, pompous decrees
“Missing the woods for the trees,”
Golden mean, quaint habitat
Lay to rest that cold high-hat
You can’t miss; neither can they
Charge the worthies to convey
Framed within all things abstract
A lief faith in lieu of fact
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