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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=575739" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Common Cult</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Up to the House of Mammon, from dawn to sister dawn,<br>Called by remembered voices the sons of men are drawn;<br>By noon the dust goes skyward, by night the torches flare,<br>On veining roads that mingle—and you and I are there. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Around the House of Mammon, like ruined cities’ stones,<br>The stubborn and the haughty have left their trampled bones.<br>They were the few in number that would not enter in,<br>Saying, “The god is evil.” Saying, “To kneel is sin.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The ebony House of Mammon goes up against the sky;<br>The north wind and the south wind before its portals die.<br>Its towers go near to Heaven; its vaults go nearer Hell,<br>And all are fat with favor to some who serve them well. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Before the House of Mammon stand you not overlong,<br>But enter to the worship, unnoted in the throng;<br>There it is ill to parley, to ask the why or when,<br>For he whose line would prosper shall be as other men. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Within the House of Mammon august the twilights are,<br>Across whose gulf the portal gleams smaller than a star.<br>The bucklers of the mighty in rust and ruin melt,<br>Above those deep foundations where king and pontiff knelt. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Within the House of Mammon low thunder of loud pray’rs<br>Rolls from the burdened pavement and coiled, colossal stairs—<br>Petition and obeisance, when each makes known his need,<br>Begging the flamens hearken, begging the largess speed. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Within the House of Mammon his priesthood stands alert,<br>By mysteries attended, by dusk and splendors girt,<br>Knowing, for faiths departed, his own shall still endure,<br>And they be found his chosen, untroubled, solemn, sure. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Within the House of Mammon the golden altar lifts<br>Where dragon-lamps are shrouded as costly incense drifts—<br>A dust of old ideals, now fragrant from the coals,<br>To tell of hopes long ended, to tell the death of souls. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Within the House of Mammon there is no need of song,<br>And faced by them who doubt not, no doubt endures for long;<br>Tho twilight hold the temple, there yet each one shall see<br>The Word of Words, the letters that spell “Necessity.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beyond the House of Mammon there is no need to go,<br>And other fanes are shadow, whose figments melt and flow.<br>Grown weary of the service, no scoffer long derides,<br>For past the veils and darkness, a very god abides…. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Above the House of Mammon, the hours and ages tread,<br>Nor find the ramparts shaken, nor see the sentries fled,<br>Till o’er the massy columns, broken like those of Tyre,<br>The long-awaited Morning go winged with crystal fire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Sterling">George Sterling</a><div class=q>
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Called by remembered voices the sons of men are drawn;
By noon the dust goes skyward, by night the torches flare,
On veining roads that mingle—and you and I are there. 

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