I AM no priest of crooks nor creeds, For human wants and human needs Are more to me than prophets` deeds; And human tears and human cares Affect me more than human prayers. Go, cease your wail, lugubrious saint! You fret high Heaven with your plaint. Is this the "Christian`s joy" you paint? Is this the Christian`s boasted bliss? Avails your faith no more than this? Take up your arms, come out with me, Let Heav`n alone; humanity Needs more and Heaven less from thee. With pity for mankind look `round; Help them to rise — and Heaven is found.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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