Evening star., 1925-10-02

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1.-THE poem has in years past made
such q wide appeal and taken such q
hold upon hearts, that ! believe, II
just at this time, you were to make
It the subject OF one of your articles
publishing it in full and analyzing
it after your fashion, SO as to bring
out with strong emphasis the truth
that Prof. Carruth has illumined-
such an article might prove a very
constructive effort toward focusing
public attention upon that truth.
Il feel sure that any such article
from your pen would claim a widely
sympathetic reading. I, accordingly.
inclose a copy of the poem. hoping
that you will kindly consent to use
1t for this purpose
Prof. Carruth's well known poem
follows:
A flrcmist and q planet
crystal and cell
jellyhsh and h saurian,
Then a sense OF law and beauty.
And a face turned from the clod-
And others call it God.
haze on the far horizon.
The ripe. rich tint OF the cornfelds,
And ali 'Ss over and ;fi,Rk iowand ddsh
The charm Of the golden rod
Some OF us call it Autumn
And others call IL God.
Like tides on . crescent sea beach.
When the moon is new and thin.
Come yelling and surEins In:
Who's n RIM mo no loot has TOD
And others call it God
A picket frozen on duty.
mother starved for her brood,
Socrates drinking the hemock.
And Jesus on the rood:
And millions who. humble and nameless.
The straight. hard pathway trod
And Others call 1t God.
A noble poem, truly; a poem that
brings home not only the truth which
it breaches, but also the futility OF
arguments and petty divisions, and
less millions who live the best
lives they can. The first Of these
themes my correspondent has touched
upon so capably that any moro I
might add would be redundant: I will
content myself with considering the
remaining two. the futility of argu-
ments and the real nobility of the
nameless ones who strive after
righteousness.
The futility Of our ceaseless mental
strife is nowhere better seen than in
the perpetual chickering's over forms OF
religion. which get US no place and
add neither to the glory OF God or
man.
Whether one calls it God or Evolu.
ton. the power Of creation Ia some.
thing great. so sublime. indeed, that
our little minds refuse to grasp It.
The ancient records. 1t seems to me.
handled the matter somewhat better
than we do, when they made the very
name Of God sacred, and scarcely to
be uttered.
To listen to some Of our modern
preachers of the Gospel speak OF God,
a stranger from another world might
be forgiven for imagining that the min.
lister had God to breakfast every morn
ing. in such familiar terms does the
speaker address Him to whom q thou.
sand years is as d day.
The nobility of the millions who,
humble and nameless. the straight.
hard pathway" tread. is demonstrated
around us every day. yet we are SO
used to the usual-if one may express
it that way-that commonly we do not
realize their worth.
Yet as long as hundreds of young
men are willing TO give up their Sun.
day afternoons, and go out of our
churches to canvass for converts to
the religion of Jesus Christ, as is done
in some sections of the National Cap
ital almost every week, we need not
fear for our country, which has had
the good sense to put on its coins, not
I'm Evolution We Trust" but
I'm God We Trust"