In humblest of guises
Human labourer's
Love, Heaven's sovereign, to serve
Comes. Soul to preserve.
Accepts, though hid from all
As for its delight
Inexpressible is, without shame
Or sulked resentment
Sweating out, as an agent
Corruptive, pride's might.
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