CONSIDERING THE LILIES

Give me new garmentsTo clothe inspiration.Let not my speech airThin, worn-out beliefs:The shrunken, the threadbare,The faded old thingsI put up with before.

Reveal now my station,Which ancient of kingsFailed to explore.There's no worn-out loving,No frayed end of living,No misfit in proving,No shrinkage in giving.

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