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The Present Age.

Say not the age is hard and cold—
 I think it brave and grand;
When men of diverse sects and creeds
 Are clasping hand in hand.

The Parsee from his sacred fires
 Beside the Christian kneels;
And clearer light to Islam's eyes
 The word of Christ reveals.

The Brahmin from his distant home
 Brings thoughts of ancient lore;
The Bhuddist breaking bonds of caste
 Divides mankind no more.

The meek-eyed sons of far Cathay
 Are welcome round the board;
Not greed, nor malice drives away
 These children of our Lord.

And Judah from whose trusted hands
 Came oracles divine;
Now sits with those around whose hearts
 The light of God doth shine.