There Are Three Lessons I Would Write
There are three lessons I would write,
Three words as with a burning pen,
In tracings of eternal light,
Upon the hearts of men.
Have faith: where’er thy bark is driven
The calm’s disport, the tempest’s mirth
Know this God rules the host of heaven,
The inhabitants of earth.
Have hope: though clouds environ now,
And gladness hides her face in scorn,
Put thou the shadow from thy brow;
No night but hath its morn.
Have love: not love alone for one,
But man as man thy brother call,
And scatter like the circling sun
Thy charities on all.
Thus grave these lessons on thy soul
Faith, hope, and love, and thou shalt find
Strength when life’s surges rudest roll,
Light when thou else wert blind.