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GENIUS, by                    
First Line: What blasphemies that foul the blood of man!
Last Line: Whose earthly dwelling knows no special sod.


What blasphemies that foul the blood of man!
What tragic waste, what brutish use of mind
Is dissipated in each task to ban
Incarnate Thought the right to all Her kind.
He is a fool who dares to tell the earth
That Mind's a white man; or of darker tone.
Is skill in song and dance of bronzeman birth
Entire? Can Art acclaim one land Her own?
The inner urge, the universal drive
To race or class no single choice will show.
Though quest of mendicant, of slum and dive
The sacred flames on rich man's hearth still glow,
This cosmic ray comes from the heart of God
Whose earthly dwelling knows no special sod.





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