What is the world’s true Bible -- ‘tis the highest thought of man, <br />The thought distilled through ages since the dawn of thought began. <br />And each age adds a word thereto, some psalm or promise sweet -- <br />And the canon is unfinished and forever incomplete. <br />O’er the chapters that are written, long and lovingly we pore -- <br />But the best is yet unwritten, for we grow from more to more. <br /> <br />Let us heed the voice within us and its messages rehearse; <br />Let us build the growing Bible -- for we too must write a verse. <br />What is the purport of the scheme toward which all time is gone? <br />What is the great aeonian goal? The joy of going on. <br /> <br />And are there any souls so strong, such feet with swiftness shod, <br />That they shall reach it, reach some bourne, the ultimate of god? <br />There is no bourne, no ultimate. The very farthest star <br />But rims a sea of other stars that stretches just as far. <br />There’s no beginning and no end: As in the ages gone, <br />The greatest joy of joys shall be -- the joy of going on.<br /><br />Sam Walter Foss<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-true-bible/
