In the Morning

Chapter 26: MY CREED.

Open in WeRead

Explore more books like this:

About This Book

A sequence of lyric poems that meditates on dawn, nature, and spiritual feeling, often deploying mountain, forest, and seaside imagery to probe grief, consolation, and renewal. Poems move among quiet pastorals, occasional and domestic verse, devotional hymns, translations, and lighter nonsense pieces, following seasonal rhythms and holiday observances. The voice shifts between elegiac introspection and bright affirmation, favoring sensory detail—birdsong, running water, sunlight—and a consolatory outlook that finds moral and emotional sustenance in simple scenes and ritual moments.

MY CREED.

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.