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DONALD MARQUIS (DONALD ROBERT PERRY MARQUIS) ("DON MARQUIS")
American journalist, poet, dramatist and humorist
(1878 - 1937)

As the skull of the man grows broader, so do his creeds.
  And his gods they are shaped in his image and mirror his needs.
    And he clothes them with thunders and beauty,
      He clothes them with music and fire,
        Seeing not, as he bows by their altars,
          That he worships his own desire.
      - The God-Maker, Man [Worship]

For all of the creeds are false, and all of the creeds are true;
  And low at the shrines where my brothers bow, there will I bow too;
    For no form of a god, and no fashion
      Man has made in his desperate passion,
        But is worthy some worship of mine;
          Not too hot with a gross belief,
            Nor yet too cold with pride,
              I will bow me down where my brothers bow,
                Humble, but open eyed.
      - The God-Maker, Man [Worship]

'Tis evanescence that endures;
  The loveliness that dies the soonest has the longest life.
    The rainbow is a momentary thing,
      The afterglows are ashes while we gaze.
      - The Paradox [Beauty]

A fierce unrest seethes at the core
  Of all existing things:
    It was the eager wish to soar
      That gave the gods their wings.
        . . . .
          There throbs through all the worlds that are
            This heart-beat not and strong,
              And shaken systems, star by star,
                Awake and glow in song.
      - Unrest [Instinct]

Earth loves to gibber o'er her dross,
  Her golden souls, to waste;
    The cup she fills for her god-men
      Is a bitter cup to taste.
      - Wages [Fate]

For him who fain would teach the world
  The world holds hate in fee--
    For Socrates, the hemlock cup;
      For Christ, Gethsemane.
      - Wages [Fate]


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