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Ego
Published in the Agnostic Journal London, England 13 February 1904 (page 107)
Oh, I have sung, in the mother-tongue, of atom and beast and fowl; The croak of a frog in a northern bog, and the jungle-panther's howl, And I have seen the shifting scene, 'twixt hell and heaven whirled; The lust of hate hath swayed my fate, and the love-flag's been unfurled.
As I wander now by a cliff's steep brow, to gaze at the yearning sea, Or trace the path that the star-course hath, an echo comes back to me: Oh, I've wandered afar from home, and ever rising higher; I feel the sea and the stars in me 'mid the passion glow of fire.
And though I wander afar alone, and seek for the path I know, The cold stars gleam across my dream, and dazzle me as I go: The struggle of men athwart my ken comes hard in the light of day, And how can I go when the earth calls so, and Humanity bars the way?
Oh, I have sung, in the mother-tongue, of atom and beast and fowl; The croak of a frog in a northern bog, and the jungle-panther's howl: And far away there looms the day: the gods' own gate of peace Stands firm and clear in the outer sphere, to hasten the soul's release.
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