Stephen Crane, American poet/author, 1871-1900

A man went before a strange God -- 
The God of many men, sadly wise. 
And the deity thundered loudly, 
Fat with rage, and puffing. 
"Kneel, mortal, and cringe 
And grovel and do homage 
To My Particularly Sublime Majesty." 

The man fled. 

Then the man went to another God -- 
The God of his inner thoughts. 
And this one looked at him 
With soft eyes 
Lit with infinite comprehension, 
And said, "My poor child!"