A Creed by John Masefield<br />Read by Liam Neely<br />Music: Edgar Galeano<br /><br />I HOLD that when a person dies <br />His soul returns again to earth; <br />Arrayed in some new flesh-disguise <br />Another mother gives him birth. <br /><br />With sturdier limbs and brighter brain <br />The old soul takes the road again. <br /><br /><br /><br />Such is my own belief and trust; <br />This hand, this hand that holds the pen, <br />Has many a hundred times been dust <br /><br />And turned, as dust, to dust again; <br />These eyes of mine have blinked and shown <br />In Thebes, in Troy, in Babylon. <br /><br /><br />All that I rightly think or do, <br />Or make, or spoil, or bless, or blast, <br /><br />Is curse or blessing justly due <br />For sloth or effort in the past. <br />My life's a statement of the sum <br />Of vice indulged, or overcome. <br /><br /><br />I know that in my lives to be <br />My sorry heart will ache and burn, <br />And worship, unavailingly, <br />The woman whom I used to spurn, <br />And shake to see another have <br />The love I spurned, the love she gave.
