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I turned me then to man, whose brow
A high-domed temple seems,
And there, I said, must dwell enthroned
'Mid Truth's encircling beams —
The law-proclaiming God.
I heard him plead with Him whose law
Is love to friend or foe ;
Yet to his fellows saw him deal
Scorn, penury, and woe —
Denying thus a God.
I saw him, with fierce murderous bands,
In whirlwind fury sweep
O'er peaceful homes, when lo ! 'mid blood
And ruins, orphans weep —
Denying thus a God.
Each to himself, so boldly claims
Whate'er to man is due ;
But sinks to thong-driven cattle, those
Whose crime 's a sable hue —
Denying thus a God.
Dungeons, the sword, the wheel, the stake
Have each its horrors lent
To aid the very Prince of Peace,
On love's own errand sent —
Denying thvis a God.
Ah ! how devout self-flattering man.
In prayers, and forms, and creeds !
But Atheist to the core he's found.
When tested by his deeds —
Denying thus a God.

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