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The times are not degenerate. Man's faith / Mounts higher than of old. No crumbling creed / Can take from the immortal soul the need / Of that supreme Creator, God. The wraith / Of dead beliefs we cherished in our youth / Fades but to let us welcome new-born Truth.
Man may not worship at the ancient shrine / Prone on his face, in self-accusing scorn. / That night is past. He hails a fairer morn, / And knows himself a something all divine; / Not humble worm whose heritage is sin, / But, born of God, he feels the Christ withal.
Not loud his prayers, as in the olden time, / But deep his reverence for that mighty force, / That occult working of the great All-Source, / Which makes the present era so sublime. / Religion now means something high and broad. / And man stood never half so near to God.