AT THE UNITARIAN FESTIVAL

THE waves unbuild the wasting shore;

Where mountains towered the billows sweep,

Yet still their borrowed spoils restore,

And build new empires from the deep.

So while the floods of thought lay waste

The proud domain of priestly creeds,

Its heaven-appointed tides will haste

To plant new homes for human needs.

Be ours to mark with hearts unchilled

The change an outworn church deplores;

The legend sinks, but Faith shall build

A fairer throne on new-found shores.