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 man Is cast.
More verses by Edwin Markham
- Lincoln, The Man Of The People
- The Man With The Hoe (Written After Seeing Millet's World-Famous Painting)
- The Humming Bird
- The Whirlwind Road