I am a priest upon whose head God long ago poured holy oil; He gave to me a Word and said: "With this thou shalt mankind assoil!" I come from out the Holy Place With benediction for the earth, To wipe the tears from every face And tell the fallen one his worth. My business is to be a priest Whose holy task is to forgive, To bid the beggar to the feast, To touch the dead and make them live. I know not any fear of thrones, No claim of Scribe and Pharisee; My word is set to many tones Of lute and harp and psaltery. I have no temple and no creed, I celebrate no mystic rite; The human heart is all I need Wherein I worship day and night: The human heart is all I need, For I have found God ever there-- Love is the one sufficient creed, And comradeship the purest prayer! I bow not down to any book, No written page holds me in awe; For when on one friend's face I look I read the Prophets and the Law! I need no fountain filled with blood To cleanse my soul from mortal sin; For love is an unbounded flood-- Freely I go to wash therein. Love laughs at boundaries of wrath And is as infinite as God; Breaks down each wall, finds out each path Where wilful, straying feet have trod. Love is the Word God gave and said: "With it thou shalt mankind assoil!" Then forthwith poured upon my head Anointing of His holy oil! O LITTLE PALE PILGRIM OF DREAMS O little pale pilgrim of dreams! Do you know the names of the flowers, The ferns by the pools and the streams, The kisses of God in the showers; Do you hear His "Hello" on the hills Where a wind comes out of the cloud, And fail of the magic that fills Companions who meet in the crowd? Thou slow of the heart to believe-- Thou blind of the eyes to behold! Let go of the things that deceive, Vain baubles of silver and gold; Come out and be one with the throng-- Your brothers who wait by the way-- And sing the new Liberty Song At the wide-flung doors of the day. Companion of flower and fern, A brother of Christ and the clod, And one with all spirits that yearn The realized image of God; The centuries wait for thy wings, And æons have followed thee far: Lay hold of the sceptre of things, Thou lord of the atom and star! A SONG OF EVOLUTION I Will sing of Evolution: A song of the atom-- A song of the star-- A song of the soul! God is the name of two Lovers Each other eternally wooing: Love and Life! Love is all light and is lonely Until He finds Life; Life too is lonely Until in her seeking Love has been found.