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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
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?” I said. “Thou fool,” 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.”
George Essex Evans
George Essex Evans (18 June 1863 – 10 November 1909) was an Australian poet.
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