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Edgar Guest - Faith
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  I believe in the world and its bigness and splendor:
  That most of the hearts beating round us are tender;
  That days are but footsteps and years are but miles
  That lead us to beauty and singing and smiles:
  That roses that blossom and toilers that plod
  Are filled with the glorious spirit of God.

  I believe in the purpose of everything living:
  That taking is but the forerunner of giving;
  That strangers are friends that we some day may meet;
  And not all the bitter can equal the sweet;
  That creeds are but colors, and no man has said
  That God loves the yellow rose more than the red.

  I believe in the path that to-day I am treading,
  That I shall come safe through the dangers I`m dreading;
  That even the scoffer shall turn from his ways
  And some day be won back to trust and to praise;
  That the leaf on the tree and the thing we call Man
  Are sharing alike in His infinite plan.

  I believe that all things that are living and breathing
  Some richness of beauty to earth are bequeathing;
  That all that goes out of this world leaves behind
  Some duty accomplished for mortals to find;
  That the humblest of creatures our praise is deserving,
  For it, with the wisest, the Master is serving.
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