Edgar Albert Guest
I believe in the world and its bigness and splendor:
 That most of the hearts beating round us are tender;
 That days are but footsteps and years are but miles
 That lead us to beauty and singing and smiles:
 That roses that blossom and toilers that plod
 Are filled with the glorious spirit of God.
 
I believe in the purpose of everything living:
 That taking is but the forerunner of giving;
 That strangers are friends that we some day may meet;
 And not all the bitter can equal the sweet;
 That creeds are but colors, and no man has said
 That God loves the yellow rose more than the red.
 
I believe in the path that to-day I am treading,
 That I shall come safe through the dangers I’m dreading;
 That even the scoffer shall turn from his ways
 And some day be won back to trust and to praise;
 That the leaf on the tree and the thing we call Man
 Are sharing alike in His infinite plan.
 
 I believe that all things that are living and breathing
 Some richness of beauty to earth are bequeathing;
 That all that goes out of this world leaves behind
 Some duty accomplished for mortals to find;
 That the humblest of creatures our praise is deserving,
 For it, with the wisest, the Master is serving.
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