Creeds change,
All outward forms
Recast themselves.
Sacred groves, temples, and churches
Rise and rot and fall.
Races and nations
And the varied tongues of men
Come and go and are
Recorded, numbered,
And forgotten in the repetition
And the drift
Of many ages.
All outward circumstances
May be different,
But there lives no man—
Nor ever lived one—
Who, in the silence of his heart
Feeling his need,
Has not cried out,
Shaping some prayer
To the unchanging God.
McClure's Magazine.
