Man may not worship at the ancient shrine,

Prone on his face, in self-accusing scorn.

That night is passed; he hails a fairer morn,

And knows himself a something half divine!

No humble worm whose heritage is sin,

But part of God—he feels the Christ within!

No fierce Jehovah with a frowning mien

He worships. Nay, through love, and not through fear,

He seeks the truth, and finds its source is near!

He feels and owns the power of things unseen,