O passing gods of passing creed That droop and die with mortal men! Their ages-long procession leads Through darkness to the Sun again Poor sorry ghosts that wheel and ﬂee Like shadows on a wind-swept sea.
For since we bear the yoke of Faith And cringe to feel the goad of Doubt.
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