HAST thou not seen the tints unfold, <br /> From earth, sky, sea, and setting sun, <br /> When all the glare of day was done, <br />And melt in one long stream of gold? <br /> <br />So down the dim-lit glades of time, <br />5 <br /> Age after age, things divers blend, <br /> Each working for the same great end, <br />And in its working each sublime. <br />Was it in vain that Buddha taught, <br /> Or that Mohammed lived and died? <br />10 <br /> Have they not, working side by side <br />In differing climes, God's purpose wrought? <br />O Christian sage, who lov'st thy creeds! <br /> Think not the ropes that bind thee fast, <br /> Like storm-tossed sailor, to the mast, <br />15 <br />Can answer yet each brother's needs. <br />And rail not thou at those half-known, <br /> Who, groping thro' a darker night, <br /> Have found perhaps a dimmer light <br />Than that thou sternly call'st thine own. <br />20 <br /> <br />Wouldst thou have spent, like them, thy youth, <br /> Thy manhood, and thy weak old age, <br /> In one long search thro' nature's page, <br />An unassisted search, for truth? <br />Oh, dream not the Almighty's powers <br />25 <br /> Must ever work in one known way; <br /> Nor think those planets have no day <br />Whose suns are other suns than ours.<br /><br />Frederick George Scott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/catholicism/
