Lesson 6-Groundless beliefs III Poem But whenever the roof came white The head in the dark below Was a shade less the color of night A shade more the color of snow Grief may have thought it was grief. Care may have thought it was care. But neither one was the thief of his raven color of hair. W BTE To be continued on the next page.Lesson 6—Groundless Beliefs W B T L E To be continued on the next page. III. Poem But whenever the roof camme white The head in the dark below Was a shade less the color of night, A shade more the color of snow. Grief may have thought it was grief. Care may have thought it was care. But neither one was the thief Of his raven color of hair