THE CREEDLESS MAN by SAM WALTER FOSS

A creedless love, that knows no clan,
No caste, no cult, no church but Man;
That deems today and now and here,
Are voice and vision of the seer;
That through this lifted human clod
The inflow of the breath of God
Still sheds its apostolic powers, --
Such love, such trust, such faith be ours.

We deem man climbs an endless slope
Tow'rd farseen tablelands of hope;
That he, through filth and shame of sin,
Still seeks the God that speaks within;
That all the years since time began
Work the eternal Rise of Man;
And all the days that time shall see
Tend tow'rd the Eden yet to be.

Too long our music-hungering needs
Have heard the iron clash of creeds.
The creedless love that knows no clan,
No caste, no cult, no church but Man,
Shall drown with mellow music all,
The dying jangle of their brawl; --
Some love with all its quickening powers,
Such love to God and Man be ours.

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