The poem
Three Holies sat in sacred place And quaffed celestial wine, As they discussed the human race With dignity divine. Said they: 'Although in doctrine we May differ more or less, In spirit stoutly we agree Religion's a success.'
Said One: 'I praise the pride of war, The Faith that mocks at fear; Desire of death in battle for It bringeth Heaven near.' The Second said: ''Tis Peace I preach, And hate of human strife; The sufferance of pain I teach, The sanctity of life.'
Then said the Third: 'Love I proclaim The goal of human good . . . Yet are we not all three the same In holy brotherhood?' And so they went forth hand in hand, Wending a starry way,-- Mohamet, gentle Buddha and He of Gethsemenè.