Poetry:

Reverend Sister Marianne
Matron of the Bishop Home by Robert Louis Stevenson

To see the infinite pity of this place,
The mangled limb, the devastated face,
The innocent sufferers smiling at the rod,
A fool were tempted to deny his God.

He sees, and shrinks; but if he look again,
Lo, beauty springing from the breast of pain!—
He marks the sisters on the painful shores,
And even a fool is silent and adores.

(hat-tip to Hawaii Catholic Mom via Melanie Bettinelli)