Because he puts the compromising chart
Of hell before your eyes, you are afraid;
Because he counts the price that you have paid
For innocence, and counts it from the start,
You loathe him. But he sees the human heart
Of God meanwhile, and in His hand was weighed
Your squeamish and emasculate crusade
Against the grim dominion of his art.

Never until we conquer the uncouth
Connivings of our shamed indifference
(We call it Christian faith) are we to scan
The racked and shrieking hideousness of Truth
To find, in hate’s polluted self-defence
Throbbing, the pulse, the divine heart of man.

Analysis, meaning and summary of Edwin Arlington Robinson's poem Zola

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  1. Also, who wrote this article, when and where was it written? Can I get the information for a Works Cited page please?

  2. Also, who wrote this article, when and where was it written?

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