I stood upon a highway, 
And, behold, there came 
Many strange peddlers. 
To me each one made gestures, 
Holding forth little images, saying, 
"This is my pattern of God. 
Now this is the God I prefer." 

But I said, "Hence! 
Leave me with mine own, 
And take you yours away; 
I can't buy of your patterns of God, 
The little gods you may rightly prefer."