The Creed Of A True

Through Every Rift Of Discovery Some Seeming Anomaly Drops Out Of The Darkness, And Falls, As A Golden Link Into The Great Chain Of Order.

Humanity Is So Constituted That The Basest Criminal Represents You And Me, As Well As The Most Glorious Saint That Walks On High. We Are Reflected In All Other Men; All Other Men Are Embodied In Us.

Mercy Among The Virtues Is Like The Moon Among The Stars ... It Is The Light That Hovers Above The Judgment Seat.

The Wild Bird That Flies So Lone And Far Has Somewhere Its Nest And Brood. A Little Fluttering Heart Of Love Impels Its Wings, And Points Its Course. There Is Nothing So Solitary As A Solitary Man.

Always The Idea Of Unbroken Quiet Broods Around The Grave. It Is A Port Where The Storms Of Life Never Beat, And The Forms That Have Been Tossed On Its Chafing Waves Lie Quiet Forevermore. There The Child Nestles As Peacefully As Ever It Lay In Its Mother's Arms, And The Workman's Hands Lie Still By His Side, And The Thinker's Brain Is Pillowed In Silent Mystery, And The Poor Girl's Broken Heart Is Steeped In A Balm That Extracts Its Secret Woe, And Is In The Keeping Of A Charity That Covers All Blame.