Wednesday, February 06, 2013

A Creed

There is a destiny that makes us brothers:
None goes his way alone:
All that we send into the lives of others
Comes back into our own.
I care not what his temples or his creeds,
One thing holds firm and fast --
That into his fateful heap of days and deeds
The soul of a man is cast.

Poem by Edwin Markham
(1852 - 1940)

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