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LONDON'S POET: 3 by ANNIE MATHESON

First Line: LOVER OF GOD AND MAN! TO SOME THOU ART
Last Line: WITH JOYS OF WHICH NOR DEATH NOR HELL BEREAVE.

LOVER of God and man! To some thou art
A great philosopher, a stalwart mind,
A jester, and a poet skilled to find
Beneath life's motley coat the poor fool's heart;
A passionate singer, with quick eye to part
Evil from good when they are intertwined
As if one strand, and patiently unwind
The golden thread into the heavenly mart:
Yea, but a leader too, whose word inspired,
And doubt-destroying laughter, bade believe
Even in the desert; striking, thou didst cleave
The rock for water; and didst march, untired,
Before us toward the promised country, fired
With joys of which nor death nor hell bereave.



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