MY CREED.
Reading edition
What is my creed, you ask, dear? I look in your grave brown eyes And believe—in your womanly sweetness, Your purity, clear as the skies. I’ve faith—in your true, brave heart, dear, Your life, with its joys and tears; And far beyond storm-mist and sunshine, Beyond weary days and long years, I hope—in a Love that is waiting With infinite tenderness there To comfort us both, you and me, dear, For the burden He gives us to bear.
