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Rh Down with false shame;

Reck not of fame;

Dread not man's spite;

Quench not thy light.

This be thy creed,

This be thy deed:

Hide not thy heart!"

III

If God is, He made

Sunshine and shade,

Heaven and hell;

This we know well.

Dost thou believe?

Do not deceive;

Scorn not thy faith—

If 't is a wraith,

Soon it will fly.

Thou, who must die,

Hide not thy heart!

IV

This is my creed;

This be my deed:

Faith, or a doubt,

I shall speak out

And hide not my heart.

"THE POET FROM HIS OWN SORROW"

poet from his own sorrow

Poured forth a love-sad song.

A stranger, on the morrow,

Drew near, with a look of wrong,