I prefer the gospel
Of radical gratitude
To faint-hearted fear
I am unhappily happy
When I'm not too near
Myself and others grow
More dear I'm selfish
For them to move heaven
Forward and to take me
With them earth not far behind
I want everything to succeed
The evil no less than the good deed
Let it all run to seed
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