See, all’s not lost
 — so vast a host 
heartens — young, old, 
thus to behold:
the Pill’s grim age
still center stage
gives faith: lets play
as in gold days
bygone, such part — 
observe; take heart! 
Faith, far from dead, 
runs far ahead
of dreaded doubt
 — puts it to rout 
where’er it’s found — 
runs it to ground — 
e’en though through fear 
for self, held dear
all else above
 — life’s first, last love.

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