For all good friends who care to read, <br />here let me lyre my living creed . . . <br /> <br />One: you may deem me Pacifist, <br />For I've no sympathy with strife. <br />Like hell I hate the iron fist, <br />And shun the battle-ground of life. <br />The hope of peace is dear to me, <br />And I to Christian faith belong, <br />Holding that breath should sacred be, <br /> And War is always wrong. <br /> <br />Two: Universalist am I <br />And dream a world that's frontier free, <br />With common tongue and common tie, <br />Uncurst by nationality; <br />Where colour, creed and class are one, <br />And lowly folk are lifted high; <br />Where every breed beneath the sun <br /> Is equal in God's eye. <br /> <br />Three: you may call me Naturist, <br />For green glade is my quiet quest; <br />The path of progress I have missed, <br />And shun the city's sore unrest. <br />A world that's super-civilized <br />Is one of worry, want and woe; <br />In leafy lore let me be wised <br /> And back to Nature go. <br /> <br />Well, though you may but half agree, <br />Behold my trusty Trinity<br /><br />Robert William Service<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-trinity/
