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 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?� 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.�