Fearless grace is no excuse
To fight, to scramble in abuse.
Hope alone is not enough
If with it is all rebuff.
Care, concern, can both go wild,
And devastate the meekest child.
Yet love, I think, is quite immune
So let your life with it be strewn.
And then, when to your fathers gathered
You, with praise, shall be quite slathered.
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