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THE UNKNOWN GOD.
ALL men build altars to the Gods unknown;Some to their loves and to their hatreds some,
Some to the incarnate hope, in days to come,
Of harvests springing from the seeds they've sown:
But most their passions and their lusts enthrone
In the high courts where worldly din should dumb
Be; and but those, whose senses dull and numb
Are as their Gods, their idols hew in stone.
Some few to the aspirings of their souls
Make censers of their thought, wherefrom the flame
Of the heart's ardour ever heavenward rolls:
But, be the altar heart or stone or sod,
That which he worships none aright may name;
Each rears his altar to an unknown God.
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