Great god whom I shall carve from this gray stone
    Wherein thou liest, hid to all but me,
Grant thou that when my art hath made thee known
    And others bow, I shall not worship thee.
But, as I pray thee now, then let me pray
    Some greater god, -- like thee to be conceived
Within my soul, -- for strength to turn away
    From his new altar, when, that task achieved,
He, too, stands manifest. Yea, let me yearn
    From dream to grander dream! Let me not rest
Content at any goal! Still bid me spurn
    Each transient triumph on the Eternal Quest,
Abjuring godlings whom my hand hath made
    For Deity, revealed, but unportrayed!