'Tis said that Faith declines; believe it not;
Faith grows and spreads. Faith in the happier lot
Of human kind; therefore, sweet Hope, in thee;
And Faith in God's own climax. Charity.
'Tis strange that Christians should be proud, who hold
Prospects in scorn, by Christ himself foretold.
What was the song sung on this blessed night,
When round the shepherds fell the golden light
That held the angel, and he said "Fear not?"
What but the promise of that happier lot
Fit to bring angels down, as it did then
Of "peace on earth and good-will towards men?"
I am busy working to bring Leigh Hunt's "Faith, Hope, and Charity" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
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