MY CREED
NOW, this is the simple, living faith of a humble heart and mind,
Drunk up from the storm-brewed Western streams, breathed in
with the prairie wind.
My paints are crude and my pictures rude, but if some worth
they show
Which those may see who have thoughts as free, the rest may
let them go.
I hold that the things which make earth good may work most
harm in use
If the wit of men heed not the line 'twixt temperance and abuse,