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.