In an ocean of philosophies vast, 'Tis easy, tangled, to drown. Often what glitters is but morphine's past— People sink and old books fall down.
The mind boils over from events, Politicians hand out pills and lies. Those who sought adventures find themselves trapped, And stools tremble beneath their cries.
Let there be a million faiths on earth, Billions who make their promises flow. I trust only the Author of that Birth— The Book that speaks of Eternal Word's glow!
