 | The collected works of Ambrose Bierce |  |
RELIGION
Hassan Bedreddin, clad in rags, ill-shod,
Sought the great temple of the living God.
The worshipers arose and drove him forth,
And one in power beat him with a rod.
Sought the great temple of the living God.
The worshipers arose and drove him forth,
And one in power beat him with a rod.
“Allah,” he cried, “thou seest what I got:
Thy servants bar me from the sacred spot.”
“Be comforted,” the Holy One replied;
“It is the only place where I am not.”
Thy servants bar me from the sacred spot.”
“Be comforted,” the Holy One replied;
“It is the only place where I am not.”
| The collected works of Ambrose Bierce | |