Classic Poem

Along the Nile the ancient psaltery sings
Osiris' name no more;
No timbrel bell in court of Zion rings,
Nor on the Kedron shore.

The old theogonies of Greece are dying;
Olympus rears his head
Above the white reefs on the breezes flying,
But all his gods are dead.

The strong divinities of faithful Roman
Are in oblivion's tide,
And all the names and fames of classic omen
From human hearts have died.

Albeit, the soul athirst for spirit union
With some good power above,
In every life is longing for communion
Of love with some great Love.