Sweet faces, that from pictured casements lean
       &nbsp As from a castle window, looking down
       &nbsp On some gay pageant passing through a town,
       &nbsp Yourselves the fairest figures in the scene;
With what a gentle grace, with what serene
       &nbsp Unconsciousness ye wear the triple crown
       &nbsp Of youth and beauty and the fair renown
       &nbsp Of a great name, that ne'er hath tarnished been!
From your soft eyes, so innocent and sweet,
       &nbsp Four spirits, sweet and innocent as they,
       &nbsp Gaze on the world below, the sky above;
Hark! there is some one singing in the street;
       &nbsp "Faith, Hope, and Love! these three," he seems to say;
       &nbsp "These three; and greatest of the three is Love."