Gerald Massey (1828 – 1907)
English self-taught Egyptologist and poet.
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Not by appointment do we meet delight or joy; They heed not our expectancy; But round some corner of the streets of life they of a sudden greet us with a smile.
The time shall come
When man to man shall be a friend and brother.
There's no dearth of kindness
In this world of ours;
Only in our blindness
We gather thorns for flowers.
They must find it hard to take Truth for authority who have so long mistaken Authority for Truth.
The mass of people who are Bible-taught never get free from the erroneous impressions stamped on their minds in their infancy, so that their manhood or womanhood can have no intellectual fulfillment, and millions of them only attain mentally to a sort of second childhood.
One sharp stern struggle and the slaves of centuries are free.
The kingliest kings are crowned with thorn.
In this dim world of clouding cares,
We rarely know, till wildered eyes
See white wings lessening up the skies,
The angels with us unawares.
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