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Poem October 14, 1915

Springfield Weekly Republican

Springfield, Hampden County, Massachusetts

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Alice Cary's 'My Creed' asserts that true Christian grace stems from charity and love for humanity, dismissing selfish piety and emphasizing actions over rituals.

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FROM THE GOLDEN BOOKS

My Creed

[Alice Cary.]

I hold that Christian grace abounds

Where charity is seen; that when

We climb to heaven; 'tis on the rounds

Of love to men.

I hold all else, named piety

A selfish scheme, a vain pretense;

Where center is not, can there be

Circumference?

This I moreover hold, and dare

Affirm where'er my rhyme may go,-

Whatever things be sweet and fair,

Love makes them so.

Whether it be the lullabies

That charm to rest the nestling bird,

Or the sweet confidence of sighs

And blushes, made without a word;

Whether the dazzling and the flush

Of softly sumptuous garden bowers,

Or by some cabin'door, a bush

Of ragged flowers.

'Tis not the wide phylactery

Nor stubborn fast, nor stated prayers,

That make us saints: we judge the tree

By what it bears.

And when a man can live apart

From works, on theologic trust,

I know the blood about his heart

Is dry as dust.

What sub-type of article is it?

Hymn

What themes does it cover?

Religious Faith Moral Virtue

What keywords are associated?

Christian Grace Charity Love To Men Piety Moral Creed

What entities or persons were involved?

Alice Cary

Poem Details

Title

My Creed

Author

Alice Cary

Subject

Creed On Christian Grace And Charity

Form / Style

Rhymed Quatrains

Key Lines

I Hold That Christian Grace Abounds Where Charity Is Seen; That When We Climb To Heaven; 'Tis On The Rounds Of Love To Men. I Hold All Else, Named Piety A Selfish Scheme, A Vain Pretense; Where Center Is Not, Can There Be Circumference? Whatever Things Be Sweet And Fair, Love Makes Them So. 'Tis Not The Wide Phylactery Nor Stubborn Fast, Nor Stated Prayers, That Make Us Saints: We Judge The Tree By What It Bears. And When A Man Can Live Apart From Works, On Theologic Trust, I Know The Blood About His Heart Is Dry As Dust.

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