And Misfortune’s shadowy veil
Intercepts the light of day,
I will come on wings of light:
Clouds and mist shall straightway fly,
And reveal the golden gates
Of a happier home on high.
Maiden, one of sisters three,
This the gift I bear to thee.”
Smiling graciously on the wondering Bertha, Hope drew back, and gave place to her sister, who commenced as follows:—
“I am Charity. Let me