Here am I sent a wanderer like to thee,
And here a moment ere the night I stand.
The twin eternities-Has Been, Shall Be-
Gird me on either hand.
My joy or grief-the flicker of a wing
Of some brief insect in the blinding glow!
One moment down the wind my voice shall ring.
This, and no more, I know.
My soul went out amid the ways of men,
By land and sea, and to the stars o-erhead.
I deemed it lost when it came back again.
-Is there a God?â? I said.
-Thou fool,â? it answered, -all are truly kin.
God is the Soul of all-no power apart.
God is the spark Divine that glows within
The Temple of the Heart.â?
To A Bigot
George Essex Evans
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