Poem August 3, 1907 Issue

LOVE IMMORTAL

Frederick Lawrence Knowles

Sects, ye have your day and die,
Eddies in the stream of truth,—
The great current, sweeping by,
Leaves you swirled in shapes uncouth,
Born to writhe, and glint, and woo—
Broken mirrors of the Blue.

Creeds! O captured heavenly bird,
Fluttering heart and folded wing!
Shall ye see those pinions stirred?
Can your caged Creation sing?
Will ye herald as your prize
What was bred to soar the skies?

Yet the East is red with dawn,
Like a cross where One hath bled!
And upon that splendor drawn—
Gentle eyes and arms outspread,
See that figure stretched above!
As God lives! its name is Love!

Love that lights the fireless brands,
Love that cares for world and wren,
Bleeding from the broken hands,
Crowned with thorns that conquer men;
Only Love's great eyes inspire
Church, sect, creed to glow with fire.

Yet our lips shall have no sneer
For the spire, the mosque, the ark,
Broken symbols shall be dear
If they point us through the dark,—
Laws and scripture served our youth
Who have grown the sons of truth!

Frederick Lawrence Knowles.

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