SNOWBOUND O Time and Change!-with hair as gray How strange it seems with so much gone We turn the pages that they read, Yet Love will dream, and Faith will trust The stars shine through his cypress trees! Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see the breaking day, Across the mournful marbles play! And Love can never lose its own! By permission Houghton Mifflin Company. Whittier. WHAT WAS HIS CREED? "Religion relates to life, and the life of religion is to do good."— Swedenborg. He left a load of anthracite In front of a poor woman's door When the deep snow, frozen and white, Wrapped street and square, mountain and moor. That was his deed; he did it well. "Blessed in his basket and his store" Withholding not the crust and cup. His charity was like the snow Soft, white and silent as its fall For flowers and weed drooping below, The poor may know. He had great faith in loaves of bread, To those he sheltered from the cold. In words he did not put his trust His faith in words he never writ, He put his faith in goodness, and he Sweetened his sleep and daily bread. What was his creed? What's his belief? Author unknown. REMEMBER You do not have to fight- You only have to know. Author unknown. |