The Three Graces
FAITH.
Bloom brightly, little bud;
All humble as thou art,
God sendeth the still dew
To nestle in thy heart;
And all he sends is best for thee,
Even though it be adversity.
HOPE.
Soar calmly, my sweet bird;
Ne'er flutter, faint, nor fail,
Though many a mocking word
Turn upward flight assail;
Ere long the starry heavens shall open,
And crown with joy my patient Hope.
CHARITY.
Plow gently, little stream,
Beneath a burning sky;
Spread gladness like a gleam
Of mercy from God's eye.
Though parched the earth,
One touch from thee
May quench that thirst, 0 Charity.
YI