Unwalled it lies, and open as the sun When 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SARAH'S MONSTERS by KAREN SWENSON SONGS OF INNOCENCE: INTRODUCTION by WILLIAM BLAKE THE PILGRIM [SONG], FR. THE PILGRIM'S PROGRESS by JOHN BUNYAN THE BOBOLINKS by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH THE SANDS OF DEE by CHARLES KINGSLEY LINES WRITTEN ON HEARING THE NEWS OF THE DEATH OF NAPOLEON by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE CASTLE OF INDOLENCE: CANTO 1 by JAMES THOMSON (1700-1748) HOMAGE TO QUINTUS SEPTIMIUS FLORENTIS CHRISTIANUS: TROY by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 11. TO THE COUNTRY GENTLEMEN OF ENGLAND by MARK AKENSIDE |