CREED.

I.

I believe, if I should die,

And you should kiss my eyelids when I lie

Cold, dead, and dumb to all the world contains, The folded orbs would open at thy breath, And from its exile in the Isles of Death Life would come gladly back along my veins.

II.

I believe, if I were dead,

And you upon my lifeless heart should tread,
Not knowing what the poor clod chanced to be,

It would find sudden pulse beneath the touch
Of him it ever loved in life so much,

And throb again warm, tender, true to thee.

III.

I believe, if on my grave,

Hidden in woody deeps or by the wave,

Your eyes should drop some warm tears of regret, From every salty seed of your dear grief

Some fair, sweet blossom would leap into leaf

To prove death could not make my love forget.

IV.

I believe, if I should fade

Into those mystic realms where light is made,

And you should long once more my face to see, I would come forth upon the hills of night, And gather stars like fagots, till thy sight, Led by their beacon blaze, fell full on me!

V.

I believe my faith in thee,

Strong as my life, so nobly placed to be,

I would as soon expect to see the sun
Fall like a dead king from his height sublime,
His glory stricken from the throne of Time,
As thee unworth the worship thou hast won.

VI.

I believe who has not loved

Hath half the treasure of his life unproved;

Like one who, with the grape within his grasp, Drops it, with all its crimson juice unpressed, And all its luscious sweetness left unguessed, Out from his careless and unheeding clasp.

VII.

I believe love, pure and true,

Is to the soul a sweet, immortal dew

That gems life's petals in its hours of dusk:
The waiting angels see and recognize
The rich Crown-Jewel, Love, of Paradise,

When life falls from us like a withered husk.

S

GEORGIA.

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