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To A Bigot

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.”

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George Essex Evans

George Essex Evans (18 June 1863 – 10 November 1909) was an Australian poet.

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