A man went before a strange God —
The God of many men, sadly wise.
And the deity thundered loudly,
Fat with rage, and puffing.
"Kneel, mortal, and cringe
And grovel and do homage
To My Particularly Sublime Majesty."
The man fled.
Then the man went to another God —
The God of his inner thoughts.
And this one looked at him
With soft eyes
Lit with infinite comprehension,
And said, "My poor child!"
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Two Gods are shown in this poem. The God of "many men, sadly wise". A man goes to this God. He orders him to "Do homage to My Particularly Sublime Majesty." The man runs away. He goes to another God. "The God of his inner thoughts." This God says to him, with "imfinite comprehension", "My poor child!"
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