MARCH 8, 1882 <br /> <br />THE waves unbuild the wasting shore; <br />Where mountains towered the billows sweep, <br />Yet still their borrowed spoils restore, <br />And build new empires from the deep. <br />So while the floods of thought lay waste <br />The proud domain of priestly creeds, <br />Its heaven-appointed tides will haste <br />To plant new homes for human needs. <br />Be ours to mark with hearts unchilled <br />The change an outworn church deplores; <br />The legend sinks, but Faith shall build <br />A fairer throne on new-found shores.<br /><br />Oliver Wendell Holmes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-the-unitarian-festival/
