Through mortal life
Its strife and pleasures,
There is a gauge
That takes its measure;
The amount of love
That it garners
Through barren winters
And heated summers;
In your love
I take full pride
That you weep
When I have sighed;
For your heart
In goodness shown
Reflects your glory
And my renown.
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