Røkelse og velduft
"Av myrra, aloë og kassia dufter hele ditt skrud.
Du gleder deg over strengespill fra haller,
prydet med elfenben."
- Salme 45,9
Think not that incense-smoke has had its day.
My friends, the incense-time has but begun.
Creed upon creed, cult upon cult shall bloom,
Shrine after shrine grow gray beneath the sun.
And mountain-boulders in our aged West
Shall guard the graves of hermits truth-endowed,
And there the scholar from the Chinese hills
Shall do deep honor, with his wise head bowed.
And on our old, old plains some muddy stream,
Dark as the Ganges, shall, like the strange tide -
Whispering mystery to half the earth -
Gather the praying millions to its side.
And flow past halls with statues in white stone
To saints unborn to-day, whose lives of grace
Shall make one shining, universal church
Where all Faiths kneel, as brothers, in one place.
- Vachel Lindsay
"What is incense?" (Fragrantica):