Wrath and Love

Wrath is a wrinkled hag, hell-born,
Her heart is hate, her soul is scorn,
Blinded with blood, she can not see
To do a deed of charity.

Love is a maiden young and fair,
She kissed the brow of dumb despair
Till comfort came; ah, love is she,
Whose other name is Charity.
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