God sends his teachers unto every age,
To every clime, and every race of men,
With revelations fitted to their growth
And shape of mind, nor gives the realm of truth,
Into the selfish rule of one sole race.
Therefore each form of worship that hath swayed...
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A Stranger came one night to Yussouf’s tent, |
O’er the wet sands an insect crept ’T was the first autograph: and ours? |
From the Harvard Commemoration Ode, July 21, 1865 LIFE may be given in many ways, |
These pearls of thought in Persian gulfs were bred, Fit rosary for a queen, in shape and hue, |
From “a Fable for Critics” |
On His Birthday, 27th February, 1867 |
When a deed is done for Freedom, through the broad earth’s aching breast |
It don’t seem hardly right, John, |
[From “Under the Elm,” read at Cambridge, July 3, 1875, on the Hundredth Anniversary of Washington’s taking Command of the American Army.] BENEATH our consecrated elm |