All this was such awhile ago,
You’d think it would forget,
But ah, the tune—I love it so—
It sings me sometimes yet.
When I was vexed with John last night,
And sat here full of pride,
It sang away with all its might,
And shamed me till I cried.
’Tis humming now, Come, broil the ham
Or supper will be late,
Put on the biscuits and the jam,
You’re goodman’s at the gate.
The Creed of Love
I HAVE a creed, I’ll tell it you,
Since you have asked me to define
On what I build my hopes of heaven.
My creed—yes, I can call it mine,
Since it belongs to every soul
That reaches upward toward the light,
And trusts in Christ for guidance sure,
And strength and will to do the right.
You’ll find it written down, my friend,
In that old Book upon the shelf,
’Tis: Love the Lord with all thine heart
And love thy neighbor as thyself.
Not quite enough? ’Twas counted so
By One Who walked by Galilee,
His creed of love to God and man
Is quite enough for you and me.
In the Clover Field
THE air is sweet as sweet can be,
The azure sky spreads smoothly over,
And rest and joy keep company,
In this wide field of sun-kissed clover.