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Show Talking Hone and Talking God. They sat and talked where the cross, roafls meet, Four men from Uio four winds come! And they talked of the horse, for they loVCd the theme, And never a man was dumb. And the man from tho North loved the strength of the horse, And the man from the Westhis pace, And the man from the South loved the speed of tho horse, And the man from tho West his grace. So these four men from tho four winds conic, Each paused a space in hfs courtio. And smiled In the face of Ills, follow man, And loVlNgly" talked of tiio horse. Then each man parted and went his way As thcro different courses ran; And eacli man Journeyed with peace in Ills heart And loving Ills fellow-man. They metnextyear wlicro the crossroads cross-roads meet, Four men from tho four winds come; And it chanced, as thoy mot, that they talked of God, And never a man was dumb. One imaged God in tho shape of man, A spirit did one Insist; Ono said that nature Itself was God, Olio said he didn't exist. But they lashed each other with tongues ton-gues that stung, They smoto as with a rod; Each glared In tho face of his feilow-man feilow-man And wrathfully talked of God. Then each man parted and went his way, As their different courses ran; And each man Journeyed with warln |
