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Ralph Waldo Emerson, comp. (1803–1882). Parnassus: An Anthology of Poetry. 1880.

The Touchstone

William Allingham (1824–1889)

A MAN there came, whence none could tell,

Bearing a Touchstone in his hand,

And tested all things in the land

By its unerring spell.

A thousand transformations rose

From fair to foul, from foul to fair:

The golden crown he did not spare,

Nor scorn the beggar’s clothes.

Of heirloom jewels, prized so much,

Were many changed to chips and clods;

And even statues of the Gods

Crumbled beneath its touch.

Then angrily the people cried,

“The loss outweighs the profit far;

Our goods suffice us as they are:

We will not have them tried.”

And, since they could not so avail

To check his unrelenting quest,

They seized him, saying, “Let him test

How real is our jail!”

But though they slew him with the sword,

And in a fire his Touchstone burned,

Its doings could not be o’erturned,

Its undoings restored.

And when, to stop all future harm,

They strewed its ashes on the breeze,

They little guessed each grain of these

Conveyed the perfect charm.