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FAITH.
Beautiful Faith! White angel with no wings!Blind, lovely eyes, feeling their light in heaven!
While from all clouds to thy lone smile is given
A rainbow-bower, where Hope, thy sister, sings.
Strong men, who only smiled to conquer death,
Martyrs whose patience deaped to heaven a-flame,
Most holy faces painted not by fame,
Women that smiled long lives of loving breath,
Planting in childhood-hearts the rose of prayer
Wide dewless desert-noons may wither never—
Or with pure lips kissing their sleep forever,
On thy dear bosom, for heaven's morning air—
These are thy followers through wide, wandering years,
Blind child of God! half-lost, found in this vale of tears!
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