I hold that Christian grace abounds Where charity is seen; that when We climb to heaven, 'tis on the rounds Of love to men.
Contributed by: Zaady
Condemn her not whose hours Are not all given to spinning nor to care; Has God not planted every path with flowers Whose end is to be fair?
He who loves best his fellow-man Is loving God the holiest way he can.
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