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By An Evolutionist

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By an Evolutionist

The Lord let the house of a brute to the soul of a man,
And the man said, ‘Am I your debtor?’
And the Lord–‘Not yet; but make it as clean as you can,
And then I will let you a better.’


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If my body come from brutes, my soul uncertain or a fable,

Why not bask amid the senses while the sun of morning shines,
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Victoria Cross 27 March 2021

Alfred, Lord Tennyson knew that God created us in His image, and we are not evolved brute animals. Praise God our souls are His and created by Him.

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Adeeb Alfateh 17 July 2019

evolutionist- The Lord let the house of a brute to the soul of a man, And the man said, ‘Am I your debtor? ’ And the Lord–‘Not yet; but make it as clean as you can, And then I will let you a better.’ old age If my body come from brutes, tho’ somewhat finer than their own, I am heir, and this my kingdom. Shall the royal voice be mute? No, but if the rebel subject seek to drag me from the throne, ... great 10++++++++++++++++++++++++++

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Alfy Ryan 12 May 2018

The final stanza is the most telling one, if you ask me

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Stephen W 28 January 2013

Very difficult to write a poem with such long lines. An interesting effort. Oddly rendered, not sure if it is really two poems which are shown here.

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Santana Marasco 21 April 2006

I like the first verse but the rest, not so much.

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