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Obedience Is The Fruit Of Faith.

It's Surely Summer. For There's A Swallow: Come One Swallow, His Mate Will Follow, The Bird Race Quicken And Wheel And Thicken.

What Are Heavy? Sea-sand And Sorrow. What Are Brief? Today And Tomorrow. What Are Frail? Spring Blossoms And Youth. What Are Deep? The Ocean And Truth.

Good Deeds Are Many, But Good Lives Are Few.

Were There No God, We Would Be In This Glorious World With Grateful Hearts, And No One To Thank.