So mighty is the beauty that doth woo,
So vast the joy that love from love hath won.
God’s love to win is easy, for He loveth
Desire’s fair attitude, nor strictly weighs
The broken thing, but all alike approveth
Which love hath aim’d at Him: that is heaven’s praise:
And if we look for any praise on earth,
’Tis in man’s love: all else is nothing worth.
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O flesh and blood, comrade to tragic pain