Author Wilfred Campbell This is my creed in face of cynic sneer, The cavilling doubt, the pessimistic fear; ā We come from some far greatness, and we go Back to a greatness, spite of all our woe. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments