Classic Poem

A PHOTOGRAPH

Sweet faces, that from pictured casements lean
 As from a castle window, looking down
 On some gay pageant passing through a town,
 Yourselves the fairest figures in the scene;
With what a gentle grace, with what serene
 Unconsciousness ye wear the triple crown
 Of youth and beauty and the fair renown
 Of a great name, that ne'er hath tarnished been!
From your soft eyes, so innocent and sweet,
 Four spirits, sweet and innocent as they,
 Gaze on the world below, the sky above;
Hark! there is some one singing in the street;
 “Faith, Hope, and Love! these three,” he seems to say;
 “These three; and greatest of the three is Love.”