THE great religions, like men great of mind, <br />Draw to them even those of hostile view. <br />Many a barbarian in Athens knew <br />The temple porches who was grossly blind <br />To any god save one long left behind - <br />Some hideous idol on a mountain blue, <br />For whom his heart ached, timorous and true, <br />And, lonely in the Parthenon, repined. <br />But home returning over difficult seas <br />To his own people, had he no regret? <br />No envy for those Greeks who bent their knees <br />Only where beauty and religion met? <br />Could he forget the temple and the trees? <br />Could he the grey-eyed Pallas so forget?<br /><br />Alice Duer Miller<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/strange-gods-2/
