Should know no death; Yet do they perish, mingling their remains Creeds, canons, dogmas, councils, are the wrecked Apis, Osiris, paramount of yore On Egypt's shore, Woden and Thor, through the wide North adored, With blood outpoured, Jove and the multiform divinities, To whom the Pagan nations bowed their knees, Lo! they are cast aside, dethroned, forlorn, Defaced, out-worn, Like the world's childish dolls, which but insult Its age adult, Or prostrate scarecrows, on whose rags we tread With scorn proportioned to our former dread. Alas for human reason! all is change, All Ceaseless and strange; ages form new systems, leaving heirs The future will but imitate the past; And instability alone will last. Is there no compass, then, by which to steer No tie that may indissolubly bind To God, mankind? No code that may defy Time's sharpest tooth? There is! there is! One primitive and sure, Unchanged in spirit, though its forms and codes. Contains all creeds within its mighty span : THE LOVE OF GOD DISPLAYED IN LOVE OF MAN. This is the Christian's faith when rightly read; Oh! may it spread, Till earth redeemed from every hateful leaven Below one blesséd brotherhood of love, A PRAYER. FATHER and God! whose love and might To every sense are blazoned bright On the vast three-leaved Bible - earth Pardon th' impugners of Thy laws, sea sky, Expand their hearts, and give them cause To bless th' exhaustless grace they now deny. THE QUARREL OF FAITH, HOPE, AND CHARITY, ONCE Faith, Hope, and Charity traversed the land Of the whole Christian world, the appropriate Graces. But tiffs, since those primitive days, have occurred, "Sister Charity, prythee allow me to state," Cries Faith, in a tone of contemptuous sneering, "That while you affect to be meek and sedate, Your conduct is cunning, your tone domineering. "In the times that are gone my world-harassing name "Received some accession of strength every hour; "St. Bartholomew's Massacre hallowed my fame, "And Sicily's Vespers asserted my power. "When martyrs in multitudes rushed at my call, "To peril their lives for Theology's sake, "Mine too was the voice that cried Sacrifice all, "With gaol and with gibbet, with faggot and stake.' "When the banner of orthodox slaughter was furled, "And subjects no more from each other dissented, "I set them at war with the rest of the world, "And for centuries national struggles fomented. "What are all the great heroes on history's page, "But puppets who figured as I pulled the strings? "Crusades I engendered in every age, "And Faith was the leader of armies and kings. "In those days of my glory Hope followed my track, "In warfare a firm and impartial ally, "For she constantly patted both sides on the back, "And promised them both a reward in the sky." Here Charity, heaving disconsolate sighs, Which seemed but to anger her sister the more. “Nay, none of your cant, hypocritical minx!" She cried in a louder and bitterer tone, "If you feel any fancy to whimper, methinks "You might weep that the days of my glory are gone. "What wreck of my palmy puissance is left? "What bravos and bullies my greatness declare? "Of the holy and dear Inquisition bereft, "All my fierce fulminations are impotent air! With the look of an angel, the voice of a dove, Thus Charity answered "Since Concord alone "Can prosper our partnership mission of love "And exalt the attraction that calls her her own, "I would not, dear sisters, e'en harbor a thought "That might peril a friendship so truly divine; "And if in our feelings a change has been wrought, "I humbly submit that the change is not mine.... "But now when men, turning from dogmas to deeds, "Bear the scriptural dictum of Jesus in mind, "That salvation depends not on canons and creeds, "But on love of the Lord and the love of our kind, |