Toleration Poem by John Bowring

Toleration



I saw, and gladness through my heart's folds ran,
An honest man salute an honest man!
(A hiss or two was heard; but thund'ring loud
Successive plaudits echoed from the crowd.)
He asked not: Is his creed exactly mine?
But! does he seek with me a light divine?
For while through darkness and through doubt we grope
Hope will sustain our faith, and faith our hope,
Till, when the shadows and the clouds are past,
Truth's midday sunshine shall burst forth at last.

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