Lonely, he wandered all the wide world over,—
Seeking, he knew not what, yet still must find
"Give me," he cried, "but that I may discover
Truth, tho' it slay me; light, tho' it may blind!"
Into the great world's church he wandered lonely,
But creeds were husks, with all the kernel gone,
To lean on priestly arms were timorous only—
Each one must live his strenuous life alone.
He sought for fame, but soon its laurel faded.
He found wealth's burden heavy through the years—
Pleasure's bright bubble ever him evaded;
And power was pain—and love was only tears.
At last he came unto a quiet portal,
And strayed within—the door was open wide,
And, gathered there upon the breast of silence,
His hearts desire was ever satisfied.
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James Allen was a little-known philosophical writer and poet. He is best recognized for his book, As a Man Thinketh. Allen wrote about complex subjects such as faith, destiny, love, patience, and religion but had the unique ability of explaining these subjects clearly and in a way that is easy to understand. He often wrote about cause and effect, sowing and reaping, as well as overcoming sadness, sorrow, and grief. For more information on the life of James Allen, click here.