FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE.
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You turn from a life that is precious, but past, To enter the dawn of a lovelier day,Where naught but the rosiest shadows are cast, To soften the sunlight that falls on your way.
You hold in your trembling and womanly clasp The honor of one who is loyal and leal;The hand that you lay in his passionate grasp You give to his keeping for woe or for weal.
Then turn not away when the storm shall arise, When your pearl-tinted sky with a cloud is o'ercast;But banish the gathering tears from your eyes, Stand brave in your womanhood, true to the last.
Bind the lilies of Faith to your beautiful brow; Let the roses of Hope ever bloom in your breast;Keep the blossoms of Love sweetly fragrant as now, Till the God of your fathers shall call you to rest.
