Last night, as one who hears a tragic jest, <br />I woke from dreams, half-laughing, half in tears; <br />Methought that I had journeyed in the spheres <br />And stood upon the Planet of the Blest <br />And found thereon a folk who prayed with zest <br />Exceeding, and through all their painful years <br />Like strong souls struggled on 'mid hopes and fears; <br />"Where dwell the gods," they said, "we shall find rest." <br />The gods? What gods, I thought, are those who so <br />Inspire their worshippers with faith that flowers <br />Immortal? and who make them keep aglow <br />The flames forever on their altar-towers? <br />"Where dwell these gods of yours?" I asked--and lo! <br />They pointed upwards to this earth of ours!<br /><br />Victor James Daley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-gods/
