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Edwin Arlington Robinson - Zola
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Because he puts the compromising chart  
Of hell before your eyes, you are afraid;  
Because he counts the price that you have paid  
For innocence, and counts it from the start,  
You loathe him. But he sees the human heart
Of God meanwhile, and in His hand was weighed  
Your squeamish and emasculate crusade  
Against the grim dominion of his art.  
  
Never until we conquer the uncouth  
Connivings of our shamed indifference
(We call it Christian faith) are we to scan  
The racked and shrieking hideousness of Truth  
To find, in hate’s polluted self-defence  
Throbbing, the pulse, the divine heart of man.
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