All things of Beauty Renew themselves. Though there are seasons Of Darkness, Of Decay and Sorrow, No thing Which is Good and Lovely Is ever lost. Love is perennial, Spanning the chasms Of defeat and despair Which split Life's landscapes. Hope is eternal, Immortal in the face Of odds insurmountable. Faith is constant, Surging quietly In the veins Of Time and Humanity. Faith--Hope--Love: This Holy Triumvirate Sustains us When all else tears asunder.
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