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Gay and green
tender boughs
blooming branches
fruitful vine
looking-down.
Sighting her,
fair heaven--
the truth is--
I was smitten.
Of my enchanting lady
Fallen into an iniquity
like me?
Jesus
loveth us
still.
Inspired by Victoria's poem: A little of what you fancy's good for the soul
To thrive better in this vying life
We push and shove and nudge
One another, that we can an edge
Have on others as we do strive.

With a knife sharp and scheming
Close colleagues' throats are cut
To assume that lofty coveted spot
By covert mischief and designing.

Yet promotion from God alone can
To us come; it is never by our might.
We all cannot the head overnight
Be; turn by turn it is, O sly man.
To every
glory
story,
shame
there's
behind
the curtain's
fame.
Heb.12:2
Empty to this earth
came we,
so shall we
depart.
God hath enemies,
Devil cronies;
Evil's beloved,
Good's disapproved
Of.
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