There is a destiny that makes us brothers:
None goes his way alone:
All that we send into the lives of others
Comes back into our own.
I care not what his temples or his creeds,
One thing holds firm and fast
That into his fateful heap of days and deeds
The soul of man Is cast.
(Edwin Markham)
More Poetry from Edwin Markham:
Edwin Markham Poems based on Topics: Man, Soul, Brothers, Fate & Destiny- A Lyric Of The Dawn (Edwin Markham Poems)
- The Chant Of The Vultures (Edwin Markham Poems)
- The Wall Street Pit (Edwin Markham Poems)
- The Christ Of The Andes (Edwin Markham Poems)
- A Prayer (Edwin Markham Poems)
- A Mendocino Memory (Edwin Markham Poems)