Incense
Think not that incense-smoke has had its day. My friends, the incense-time has but begun. Creed upon creed, cult upon cult shall bloom, Shrine after shrine grow gray beneath the sun. And mountain-boulders in our aged West Shall guard the graves of hermits truth-endowed: And there the scholar from the Chinese hills Shall do deep honor, with his wise head bowed. And on our old, old plains some muddy stream, Dark as the Ganges, shall, like that strange tide - (Whispering mystery to half the earth) - Gather the praying millions to its side, And flow past halls with statues in white stone To saints unborn to-day, whose lives of grace Shall make one shining, universal church Where all Faiths kneel, as brothers, in one place.
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"Think not that incense-smoke has had its day...."
Exploring the themes of classic, Vachel Lindsay delivers a powerful performance in "Incense"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...