Virtue

I am innocence.
For whom the longing arms doth reach,
In tombs of silent senseless sleep,
Who slips on by desire's beach,
Upon unknowing's endless deep.

I am purity.
And though I tread the spotted world,
Must pass and see the unclean thing,
Though at me shame and insult hurled,
My hands are clean, I feel no sting.

I am charity.
With endless love for all mankind
Seeking out your better parts
Ever a reason wishing to find
To hold you in the best of hearts.