October 15
Companions of the Way (Morning)Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God.
SHE stood before a chosen few, With modest air and eyes of blue; A gentle creature in whose face Were mingled tenderness and grace.
"You wish to join our fold," they said; "Do you believe in all that's read From ritual and written creed, Essential to our human need?"
A troubled look was in her eyes; She answered, as in vague surprise, As though the sense to her were dim; "I only strive to follow Him."
They knew her life; how oft she stood, Sweet in her guileless maidenhood, By dying bed, in hovel lone, Whose sorrow she had made her own.
Yet still she answered when they sought To know her inmost earnest thought, With look as of the seraphim, "I only strive to follow Him."
SARAH KNOWLES BOLTON
Creeds change as ages come and go; We see by faith, but little know: Perchance the sense was not so dim To her who "strove to follow Him."
AND A CREED