My Little Pagan

How far you have ventured into the world of Rome;
How many beautiful things have you there unearthed?
You believe Ovid's report, of Romulus, et
Ramos torn from Greece to Italy's peninsula.
There they founded a Grecian Empire, built
From Greek and Etruscan mortar and Roman might.
For on the cusp, my dear, of Education's joy
You shall rediscover that Grecian influence
Over Rome. The religion, the architecture
The art, the culture. It will click, and be foundations
For a rich and deep understanding; the truth of Rome.
Like I when I forsook Paul's Words, now understood
The Hebrew Roots of the Christian's joyous light yoke.
For now I understood both; how truth moves to truth.
For, the joy of freedom is that you may be wrong.
The joy is that you are allowed to make mistakes.
The joy is, no government shall oppress thou to
Believe. It is your choice---yet, one day you shall find
The truth, and rubicund shall appear on your face
And your public declarations shall be made queer.
Yet, let no one scorn you for it, or ridicule you.
For that is freedom---to pursue truth-learning's joy.
For, it shall be a new discovery for you
Like the world itself had discovered the truth
For the very first time. And that is learning's joy.