In the Morning by Willis Boyd Allen - HTML preview

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.