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Robert W Service - My Trinity
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For all good friends who care to read,
here let me lyre my living creed . . .

One: you may deem me Pacifist,
For I`ve no sympathy with strife.
Like hell I hate the iron fist,
And shun the battle-ground of life.
The hope of peace is dear to me,
And I to Christian faith belong,
Holding that breath should sacred be,
           And War is always wrong.

Two: Universalist am I
And dream a world that`s frontier free,
With common tongue and common tie,
Uncurst by nationality;
Where colour, creed and class are one,
And lowly folk are lifted high;
Where every breed beneath the sun
           Is equal in God`s eye.

Three: you may call me Naturist,
For green glade is my quiet quest;
The path of progress I have missed,
And shun the city`s sore unrest.
A world that`s super-civilized
Is one of worry, want and woe;
In leafy lore let me be wised
           And back to Nature go.

Well, though you may but half agree,
Behold my trusty Trinity
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