Who it is we trust, are we
Sure to obey.
With heart so attached, rolls on
Smoothly the rest
Close behind, through each rough test
As horse-pulled drag.
Nights, kissed through each day's grateful
Espoused recall
For what, quick to be answered
In an ache moves
Whom child-like had made, in love's
Mothering call.
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