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Though manhood's creed may change,—
Though faith's tired ship may wander far from home,
Tossed 'mid unkindred waves and alien foam,
Entering new ports and strange,—

Still will the thought most pure and undefiled
Of early faith, of early prayer,
Weigh with the man, recalling everywhere
The creed the mother taught the child.
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