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Without Love, I am words faded, erased on a page, no more than the shavings left behind, without Hope.

Yet this contradiction exists—-
In lowy state, we find our Bliss.

In poverty, I lay Me down
And there find Calvary’s Love—-

But what do I really know of this?

O, to rise and with the Sparrow sing,
“All gain is laid to rest!”

For One who set aside His Life, alas, to give us Breath!

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