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CARITAS—POWER
Not less are summer mornings dear
To every child they wake,
And each with novel life his sphere
Fills for his proper sake.
CARITAS
In the suburb, in the town,
On the railway, in the square,
Came a beam of goodness down
Doubling daylight everywhere:
Peace now each for malice takes,
Beauty for his sinful weeds,
For the angel Hope aye makes
Him an angel whom she leads.
POWER
His tongue was framed to music,
And his hand was armed with skill;
His face was the mould of beauty,
And his heart the throne of will.
