In faiths and Food and Books and Friends
Give every soul her choice.
For such as follow divers ends
In divers lights rejoice.
There is a glory of the Sun
(‘Pity it passeth soon!)
But those whose work is nearer done
Look, rather, towards the Moon.
There is a glory of the Moon
When the hot hours have run;
But such as have not touched their noon
Give worship to the Sun.
There is a glory of the Stars,
Perfect on stilly ways;
But such as follow present wars
Pursue the Comet’s blaze.
There is a glory in all things;
But each must find his own,
Sufficient for his reckonings,
Which is to him alone.