| William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. (1878–1962). Anthology of Massachusetts Poets. 1922. |
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| Exit God |
| | | Gamaliel Bradford (1863–1932) |
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| OF old our father’s God was real, | |
| Something they almost saw, | |
| Which kept them to a stern ideal | |
| And scourged them into awe. | |
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| They walked the narrow path of right | 5 |
| Most vigilantly well, | |
| Because they feared eternal night | |
| And boiling depths of Hell. | |
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| Now Hell has wholly boiled away | |
| And God become a shade. | 10 |
| There is no place for him to stay | |
| In all the world He made. | |
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| The followers of William James | |
| Still let the Lord exist, | |
| And call Him by imposing names, | 15 |
| A venerable list. | |
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| But nerve and muscle only count, | |
| Gray matter of the brain, | |
| And an astonishing amount | |
| Of inconvenient pain. | 20 |
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| I sometimes wish that God were back | |
| In this dark world and wide; | |
| For though sonic virtues He might lack, | |
| He had his pleasant side. | |
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