CALL no faith false which e'er has brought Relief to any laden life, Cessation from the pain of thought, Refreshment 'mid the dust of strife. What though the thing to which they kneel Be dumb and dead as wood or stone, Though all the rapture which they feel Be for the worshipper alone? They worship, they adore, they bow Before the Ineffable Source, before The hidden soul of Good; and thou, With all thy wit, what dost thou more? Kneel with them, only if there come Some zealot or sleek knave who strives To mar the sanctities of home, To tear asunder wedded lives; Or who by subtle wile has sought, By shameful promise, shameful threat, To turn the thinker from his thought, To efface the eternal landmarks set, 'Twixt faith and knowledge; hold not peace For such, but like a sudden flame Let loose thy scorn on him, nor cease Till thou hast covered him with shame. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PRIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THINGS ARE WHAT THEY SEEM by MARIANNE MOORE |