Author Henry David Thoreau Truth—Goodness—Beauty—those celestial thrins,Continually are born; e'en now the Universe,With thousand throats—and eke with greener smiles,Its joy confesses at their recent birth. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments