Classic Poem

How mixed the faith of every human soul!
Nor even two, since first the world began,
Have more than matched the colors as a whole;
The differing shades must unitize the man.

Yet if the faith but have Redemption's red,
The royal purple of Divinity,
And the Light's gold in one sweet glory wed,
What matters it if minor tints there be?

And if the soul cannot define its creed,
Or, knowing, hide it utterly from men;
If the white ray shine through the daily deed,
No primal color can be wanting then.