The nimble lieIs like the second-hand upon a clock;We see it fly; while the hour-hand of truthSeems to stand still, and yet it moves unseen,And wins, at last, for the clock will not strikeTill it has reached the goal.

The nimble lieIs like the second-hand upon a clock;We see it fly; while the hour-hand of truthSeems to stand still, and yet it moves unseen,And wins, at last, for the clock will not strikeTill it has reached the goal.