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Slow, slow and weak, / As first the tongue began to speak, / The hand to serve, the heart to feel, / Grew up among our mutual deeds, / Great flower out-topping all the weeds, / Sweet fruit that meets all human needs, / Our love-our common weal.
It spread so wide, so high, / We saw it broad against the sky, / Down shining where we trod; / It stormed our new-born consciousness, / Omnipotent to heal and bless, / Till we conceived-we could no less, / It was the love of God!