Heterodox
A poem by Rudyard Kipling:“The Stranger within my gate, He may be true or kind, But he does not talk my talk— I cannot feel his mind. I see the face and the eyes and the mouth, But not the soul behind.The men of my own stock, They may do ill or well, But they tell the lies I am wanted to, They are used to the lies I tell; And we do not need interpreters When we go to buy or sell.The Stranger within my gates, He may be evil or good, But I cannot tell what powers control— What reasons sway his...
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