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Poems

By the author of "The Patience of Hope" [i.e. Dora Greenwell]
  

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THE TWO RELIGIONS.
  
  
  
  
  
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THE TWO RELIGIONS.

The heart is like the World—
A dreamer, yea, a Pagan in its youth;
It takes its visions—being fair—for truth,
And seeks no further; loving best to brood
In lonely thought, it throngs its solitude
With wondrous shapes, it flings upon the air
Its Shadow, worshipping before that fair
And floating semblance! caring but to please
The noble and the beautiful, for these?
Its flowery altars shine; it will not seek
Communion with the baser crowd, in scorn
It holds all lowly things, and for the weak
It takes no thought;
Yet hath this haughty creed
Been found too narrow for its scope, too cold
E'en for the soil that raised it; in its need
The spirit turns from its as from its old
Fond faiths the Earth revolted—each hath tried
And each grown weary, casts the broken chain
Away, to greet a purer Worship, wide

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As is the world that it was made for, warm
As Heaven that it was sent from; it hath place
For all, it gathers in a wide embrace
Things dis-esteemed, it goeth forth to seek
The things that none desire; its words are meek
Yet eloquent; it loveth in the shade
Of inner calm to muse, yet will not shun
The Many, looking in the face of One
Divine, yet like unto His brethren made!