 | The Poetry of Real Life |  |
THE TEMPLE OF TRUTH.
Fling open wide the portals of the mind,And make a temple there for Truth—clear thence
The pews of cold, sectarian difference,
Break down the narrow lines which have confined
The faith of Man, and draw up every blind
Of prejudice or scant intelligence,
That would shut out, from our poor, mortal sense,
The light of God, for all alike designed.
For, lo! Truth cometh with a multitude
Behind her, and the gates must be flung wide,
That she may enter in, and none exclude,
But have free room to move from side to side,
And spread abroad unto the general good,
Wide as the daylight, from which nought can hide.
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