Love

O'er us with thy sheltering wing Neath which our spirits blend, Like brother birds that soar and sing, And on the same branch bend, The air of that doth wound, the dove darts not from those who watch, and if thou the bending reed would spring by thought or word unkind, pray that his spirit you partake, who loved and

healed mankind. Seek holy thoughts and heavenly strain that make men one in law that wisdom's rod is given for faith to kiss and know that greetings glory us From heaven, who enjiois open of flow.

Confront love divinely, Jason, and leave that word of might, Which swell creations let them. And there was light, what she stuck clouds away.

I was laced up.