Progress
The Master stood upon the mount, and taught.
He saw a fire in his disciples’ eyes;
ВЂThe old law’, they said, вЂis wholly come to naught!
Behold the new world rise! ’
ВЂWas it’, the Lord then said, вЂwith scorn ye saw
The old law observed by Scribes and Pharisees?
I say unto you, see ye keep that law
More faithfully than these!
ВЂToo hasty heads for ordering worlds, alas!
Think not that I to annul the law have will’d;
No jot, no tittle from the law shall pass,
Till all hath been fulfill’d. ’
So Christ said eighteen hundred years ago.
And what then shall be said to those to-day,
Who cry aloud to lay the old world low
To clear the new world’s way?
ВЂReligious fervours! ardour misapplied!
Hence, hence, ’ they cry, ’ye do but keep man blind!
But keep him self-immersed, preoccupied,
And lame the active mind! ’
Ah! from the old world let some one answer give:
ВЂScorn ye this world, their tears, their inward cares?
I say unto you, see that your souls live
A deeper life than theirs!
ВЂSay ye: The spirit of man has found new roads,
And we must leave the old faiths, and walk therein? —
Leave then the Cross as ye have left carved gods,
But guard the fire within!
ВЂBright, else, and fast the stream of life may roll,
And no man may the other’s hurt behold;
Yet each will have one anguish—his own soul
Which perishes of cold. ’
Here let that voice make end; then let a strain,
From a far lonelier distance, like the wind
Be heard, floating through heaven, and fill again
These men’s profoundest mind:
ВЂChildren of men!
the unseen Power, whose eyeFor ever doth accompany mankind,
Hath looked on no religion scornfully
That men did ever find.
ВЂWhich has not taught weak wills how much they can?
Which has not fall’n on the dry heart like rain?
Which has not cried to sunk, self-weary man:
Thou must be born again!
ВЂChildren of men! not that your age excel
In pride of life the ages of your sires,
But that you think clear, feel deep, bear fruit well,
The Friend of man desires. ’
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