 | Joaquin Miller's Poems |  |
LINCOLN PARK
Unwalled it lies, and open as the sunWhen God swings wide the dark doors of the East.
Oh, keep this one spot, still this one,
Where tramp or banker, laymen or high priest,
May equal meet before the face of God:
Yea, equals stand upon that common sod
Where they shall one day equals be
Beneath, for aye, and all eternity.
| Joaquin Miller's Poems | |