[Written for the Sentinel]

Credo

What is thy faith who sayest, "I believeIn God the Father," and yet livest notAs if God were, and were thy Father too?On such a faith no shadow of fear could fall,No burden of anxiety could weigh,No petty passions press disquieting.The love of God is like an atmosphereEmbracing all things, like a boundless seaUpbuoying; and none who trusts himself,Serene in His sustaining strength, can sink,Feeling beneath the everlasting arms;Feeling above the brooding wings of Love.

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