Once more are the glorious
Wonders amassed—
Love was victorious,
Doubt did not last.
The days I abhorred
Are forgotten and past;
Faith is restored.

I feared to speak to her,
I, with my shame—
Mournful and meek to her
Slowly I came;
I told of my doubt
And awaited her blame;
She did not cry out.

She grew not wild at me;
Shaking her head
She only smiled at me
Softly, and said,
“Words, words, my adored,
Here are kisses instead”—
Thus Faith was restored.