For all of the creeds are false, and all of the creeds are true;
And low at the shrines where my brothers bow, there will I bow
too;
For no form of a god, and no fashion
Man has made in his desperate passion,
But is worthy some worship of mine;
Not too hot with a gross belief,
Nor yet too cold with pride,
I will bow me down where my brothers bow,
Humble, but open eyed.
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I worship the quicksand he walks in.
I worship the quicksand he walks in.
He wakes a portion with judicious care;
And "Let us worship God!" he says, with solemn air.
He wakes a portion with judicious care;
And "Let us worship God!" he says, with solemn air.
And what greater calamity can fall upon a nation than the loss of
worship.
And what greater calamity can fall upon a nation than the loss of
worship.
Ah, why
Should we, in the world's riper years, neglect
God's ancient sanctuaries, and adore
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Ah, why
Should we, in the world's riper years, neglect
God's ancient sanctuaries, and adore
Only among the crowd and under roofs
That our frail hands have raised?
Yet, if he would, man cannot live all to this world. If not
religious, he will be superstitious. IF read more
Yet, if he would, man cannot live all to this world. If not
religious, he will be superstitious. IF he worship not the true
God, he will have his idols.
What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle;
Though every prospect pleases,
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What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle;
Though every prospect pleases,
And only man is vile;
In vain with lavish kindness
The gifts of God are strown;
The heathen in his blindness
Bows down to wood and stone.
Together kneeling, night and day,
Thou, for my sake, at Allah's shrine,
And I--at any God's for read more
Together kneeling, night and day,
Thou, for my sake, at Allah's shrine,
And I--at any God's for thine.
The heart ran o'er
With silent worship of the great of old!--
The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, read more
The heart ran o'er
With silent worship of the great of old!--
The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule
Our spirits from their urns.
It is the Mass the matters.
It is the Mass the matters.
