"A fire mist and a planet –a crystal and a cell a jellyfish and a saurian,and caves where the cave men dwell; Then a sense of law and beauty and a face turned from the clod Some call it Evolution,And others call it God.

A haze on the far horizon,The infinite tender sky.The ripe, rich tint of the cornfields, and the wild geese sailing high;. And all over upland and lowland, the charm of the goldenrod,Some call it Autumn,And others call it God.

Like tides on a crescent sea beach When the moon is new and thin, Into our hearts' high yearnings Come a welling and surging in. Come from the mystic ocean,Whose rim no foot has trod Some of us call it Longing,And others call it God.

A picket frozen on duty, A mother starved for her brood, Socrates drinking the hemlock, And Jesus on the rood; And m…