The husbandman

Love tends the garden of my mindto bring to fruit still fragile budsof faith, and charity that nodsgently to Spirit's gentle wind.

Love nudges out sin's noxious weeds,which boast a false dominion there;sees that no gate is left ajarinviting predatory raids.

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