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At morn the wise man walked abroad,
Proud with the learning of great fools.
He laughed and said, ‘There is no God —
ВЂ˜Tis force creates, ‘tis reason rules. ’

Meek with the wisdom of great faith,
At night he knelt while angels smiled,
And wept and cried with anguished breath,
ВЂ˜Jehovah, God, save Thou my child. ’

Poem Philosophy - Ella Wheeler Wilcox