Here you will find the Poem To A Bigot of poet George Essex Evans
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.?
