‘ CREDULITY’

If fallacies come knocking at my door,

I'd rather feed, and shelter full a score,

Than hide behind the black portcullis, doubt,

And run the risk of barring one Truth out.

And if pretension for a time deceive,

And prove me one too ready to believe,

Far less my shame, than if by stubborn act,

I brand as lie, some great colossal Fact.

On my soul's door, the latch-string hangs outside;

Within, the lighted candle. Let me guide

Some errant follies, on their wandering way,

Rather, than Wisdom give no welcoming ray.