Why Dread the Fall?

Why dread you, your foolish fall?

In wrongness, wrongs are found.

From rock came David — edge now round.

A man needs sanding down.

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Let drop here, your boyish fear;

Speak stupidly aloud

And stand corrected. And stand proud.

For past wrongs have been drowned.

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Now don’t scorn the misinformed,

But join them in their hall,

And with them gleam and find redeemed,

The wrongs from which they fall.

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Then, dread less our foolish selves,

For less the fools we’ll be.

For when we all do take the fall,

The truth does set us free.