EXPOSITOR VERITATISI Slept, and, waking in the years to be,Heard voices, and approaching whence they came,Listened indifferently where a keyHad lately been removed. An ancient dameSaid to her daughter: "Go to yonder caddyAnd get some emery to scour your daddy."And then I knew—some intuition said—That tombs were not and men had cleared their shelvesOf urns; and the electro-plated deadStood pedestaled as statues of themselves.With famous dead men all the public placesWere thronged, and some in piles awaited bases.One mighty structure's high fagade aloneContained a single monumental niche,Where, central in that steep expanse of stone,Gleamed the familiar form of Thomas Fitch.A man cried: "Lo! Truth's temple and its founder!"Then gravely added: "I'm her chief expounder."
I Slept, and, waking in the years to be,Heard voices, and approaching whence they came,Listened indifferently where a keyHad lately been removed. An ancient dameSaid to her daughter: "Go to yonder caddyAnd get some emery to scour your daddy."And then I knew—some intuition said—That tombs were not and men had cleared their shelvesOf urns; and the electro-plated deadStood pedestaled as statues of themselves.With famous dead men all the public placesWere thronged, and some in piles awaited bases.One mighty structure's high fagade aloneContained a single monumental niche,Where, central in that steep expanse of stone,Gleamed the familiar form of Thomas Fitch.A man cried: "Lo! Truth's temple and its founder!"Then gravely added: "I'm her chief expounder."