Page:The poems of Richard Watson Gilder, Gilder, 1908.djvu/208

180 CREDO

easily my neighbor chants his creed,

Kneeling beside me in the House of God.

His "I believe" he chants, and "I believe,"

With cheerful iteration and consent—

Watching meantime the white, slow sunbeam move

Across the aisle, or listening to the bird

Whose free, wild song sounds through the open door.

Thou God supreme—I too, I too, believe!

But O, forgive, if this one human word,

Binding the deep and breathless thought of Thee

And my own conscience with an iron band,

Stick in my throat. I cannot say it, thus—

This "I believe" that doth Thyself obscure;

This rod to smite; this barrier; this blot

On Thy most unimaginable face

And soul of majesty.

'T is not man's faith

In Thee that he proclaims in echoed phrase,

But faith in man; faith not in Thine own Christ,

But in another man's dim thought of him.

Christ of Judea, look thou in my heart!

Do I not love thee, look to thee, in thee

Alone have faith of all the sons of men—

Faith deepening with the weight and woe of years.

Pure soul and tenderest of all that came

Into this world of sorrow, hear my prayer:

Lead me, yea, lead me deeper into life,

This suffering, human life wherein thou liv'st