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My Creed.
I do not fear to tread the path
That those I love have long since trod
I do not fear to pass the gates
And stand before the living God
In this world's fight I've done my part,
If God be God He knows it well.
We will not turn His back on me
And send me down to blackest hell
Because I have not prayed aloud
And shouted inn the market place,
'Tis what we do, not what we say,
That makes us worthy of His grace.
Jeanette S Gilder.

There are no friends like old friends
And none so good and true;
We greet them when we meet them,
So roses greet the dew;
No other friends are dearer,
Tho born in kindred mold;
And while we prize the new ones,
We treasure more the old
Sickles