Unconfessed Worship

You worship God. I fail to recognize
In aught the God you worship; but I see
How, brolcen-hearted, you wait patiently
Upon His will, and deem that He replies
In mercy to your sharp and passionate cries.
You worship Art, a fair divinity;
And you — your God is holy Liberty,
Enduring as the ocean and the skies.

And all the worship of my soul is given
To her whose life these songs commemorate.
Yet, if indeed there should be God and heaven,
By loving solely what is pure and great.
All that we deem in life is loveliest, —
Is not the worship His, though unconfessed?