Faith, Hope and Charity

A STAR leaned down and laid a silver hand
On the pale brow of Death;
Before it rolled bleak shadows from the land—
The star was Faith!

Across wild storms that hid the mountains far
In funeral cope,
Piercing the black, there sailed a throbbing star—
The red star, Hope!

From God's vast palm a large sun grandly rolled
O'er land and sea;
Its core pure fire, its stretching hands of gold—
Great Charity!
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