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I value more than I despise

My tendency to sin, Because it helps me sympathise

With all my tempted kin.

He who has nothing in his soul That links him to the sod,

Knows not that joy of self-control Which lifts him up to God.

And I am glad my heart can say,

When others trip and fall (Although I safely passed that way),

'I understand it all.'


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