All Roads That Lead To God Are Good; What Matters It, Your Faith, Or Mine; Both Centre At The Goal Divine Of Love'S Eternal Brotherhood. The Kindly Life In House Or Street; The Life Of Prayer, And Mystic Rite; The Student'S Search For Truth And Light; These Paths At One Great Junction Meet. Before The Oldest Book Was Writ, Full Many A Prehistoric Soul Arrived At This Unchanging Goal, Through Changeless Love, That Led To It. What Matters That One Found His Christ In Rising Sun, Or Burning Fire; If Faith Within Him Did Not Tire, His Longing For The Truth Sufficed. Before Our 'Christian' Hell Was Brought To Edify A Modern World, Full Many A Hate-Filled Soul Was Hurled In Lakes Of Fire By Its Own Thought. A Thousand Creeds Have Come And Gone; But What Is That To You Or Me? Creeds Are But Branches Of A Tree, The Root Of Love Lives On And On. Though Branch By Branch Proves Withered Wood, The Root Is Warm With Precious Wine; Then Keep Your Faith, And Leave Me Mine; All Roads That Lead To God Are Good.
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