Final Statement
Love, be not weary in doing well. Since
Love is not love that loves only for praise
And cannot love those who makes the flesh wince
Or make truth gasps, and wisdom be amazed.
We who are mortal love only by faith
Believing in the perfect, keeping trust
With belief, adoring what men must hate:
The polished vanity is only crust!
Dare you snide then who is deformed inside
Whose history gives no higher mound of grace
For the wider berth of self-blinding pride
I would'nt lambast what's written in your face
How the confusion of years defiled you
For jealousy is no right to love true.
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