Idols.

I.

Mouths have they, but they speak not:
    Yet something in the certainty of faith
    To their disciples saith:
"Believe on me and vengeance I will wreak not."
The word that conquers death--
    The immutable and boundless gift of grace--
    Dwells in that stony face,
And every supplication answereth.
Mouths have they, but they speak not;
    Yet one supernal will that shapes to suit
A great decree that can not be belied
Utters from voiceless lips those creeds that guide
    The tribes that never heard
    The living, saving Word,--
That have their dead gods and are satisfied.


II.

Eyes have they, but they see not:
    Yet the pagan builds his shrine,
    And keeps his fires divine
Forever bright, nor darkly doubts there be not
    Enough of grace and power
    Within those eyes that glower
To read his soul. To him they are not blind,
For some dim, undefined
    Reward of faith that thrills his untaught breast
Links up his baser mind
To the clear eyes of God that burn behind
    The stony brow. It is a creed professed
Before a deity not quenched in space,
    But one to whom his bands
    Can lift adoring hands,
And see and touch and worship face to face.


III.

Ears have they, but they hear not:
    Yet the heathen kneel and pray,
    Nor in their madness say:
"Thou art no god, and therefore I will fear not;
    What if I disobey?
    Thou art but stone or clay."
They hear not, but their worshippers impute
Them faculties to suit
    The divination of the prayers they say;
And Christ, who understands
His children in all lands
When from the dark their dying souls have cried,
    Shrines His great heart of love within the clod
    The savage calls his god
And all idolatry is deified.