My Trinity

 For all good friends who care to read,
here let me lyre my living creed .
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 .


One: you may deem me Pacifist,
For I've no sympathy with strife.

Like hell I hate the iron fist,
And shun the battle-ground of life.

The hope of peace is dear to me,
And I to Christian faith belong,
Holding that breath should sacred be,
 And War is always wrong.


Two: Universalist am I
And dream a world that's frontier free,
With common tongue and common tie,
Uncurst by nationality;
Where colour, creed and class are one,
And lowly folk are lifted high;
Where every breed beneath the sun
 Is equal in God's eye.


Three: you may call me Naturist,
For green glade is my quiet quest;
The path of progress I have missed,
And shun the city's sore unrest.

A world that's super-civilized
Is one of worry, want and woe;
In leafy lore let me be wised
 And back to Nature go.


Well, though you may but half agree,
Behold my trusty Trinity

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