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Show WHY NOTt I aometiniM wonder (Kit be a &ln I pray our graciouf Lord to pardon ma) Of that strange oreed the people harbor in An eastern country, if It may not be As true as strange. There are so many creeds, Bo many '1 believes;" yet who dare say There are too many, If each fit the needs Of some poor soul to help it on the way Or claim that one, and one alone, is right They are all bound In one great brotherhood, And in two words, it seems to me, each might Its teaching to the world express: Be good! But this belief is strange3t of them all, Tbot when the chief of angels downward fell From bit high seat above, and by that fall Became a monarch of the souls in hell ; That, though God ca3t him from his lofty place, In awful justice tor his punishment, Yet is lie bending from bis throne of grace In tender patience till the Bend repent; Until his angel nature come again, Then will the gracious words of "I forgive," Fall on the fires of hell, a cooling rain, And every tortured soul shall drink and lire. Then hell and earth and heaven shall be as one In love and peace and holy blessedness, Each warmed and lighted by the shining sun Of endless day, the sun of righteousness; Bnch Is their creed. What think you, ye who hear, That they blasphemer Perhaps; but, tell me, who Can know these things? However it appear I sometimes wonder if it ia not true. Harriet F. Blodgett in New Tork Sun. |