The Faith That Fashioned Me**

The Faith That Fashioned Me

 

Having Read Some Parts of “The Song of Hiawatha”

I Contemplated Longfellow’s Amazing Empathy

And Wrote Several Poems Pertaining to Him,

The Last of Which Is Presented Below.

 

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I do not scorn a sentiment

That brings a prism to the eye

Upon the reading of those lines

That cause old tears to multiply

 

Oh, how I swoon within the swell

Of hopes that never seem to fade

Within the man who comes of age

But does not lose the love he made

 

Oh, how I cherish tender words

That comfort me when I embark

Upon my journey to the stars,

 

Where light is light,

And dark is dark!

 

Oh, then, I take the tendered hand

That touches mine when time assays

The faith that fashioned me in love

And made me love in loving ways.[1]