The Greatest of these is Charity

A moon impoverished amid stars curtailed,       A sun of its exuberant lustre shorn,       A transient morning that is scarcely morn, A lingering night in double dimness veiled.— Our hands are slackened and our strength has failed;       We born to darkness, wherefore were we born?       No ripening more for olive, grape, or corn ; Faith faints,Continue reading “The Greatest of these is Charity”