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First Line: I know the shibboleth that slips
Last Line: And blossoms unto brotherhood.
Subject(s): Brotherhood; Love - Nature Of


I know the shibboleth that slips
So oilily from unctuous lips,
Philanthropist to finger-tips;

The modern Pharisaic brood
With babble of the general good,
And shallow cant of brotherhood.

Theirs but the mock of love, the weed
And bramble of degenerate seed,
The face, but not the heart, indeed.

This truth is truth since man begun:
True love begins and ends in one;
The love of all is love of none.

'Tis false we love the general man;
True love is mightier, vaster, than
The fetich of the common Pan.

Centred within the single soul,
Love finds the cycle of its whole,
The first swift impulse and the goal.

Not in the blurred and vulgar mind
Does love its hallowed image find,
But in itself divinest kind.

And rooted thus in single good,
Scatters the blessings of its mood,
And blossoms unto brotherhood.





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