Condemn her not whose hours Are not all given to spinning nor to care Has God not planted every path with flowers Whose end is to be fair.
Condemn her not whose hours Are not all given to spinning nor to care Has God not planted every path with flowers Whose end is to be fair.
Women and men in the crowd meet and mingle, Yet with itself every soul standeth single.
I hold that Christian grace abounds Where charity is seen that when We climb to heaven, tis on the rounds Of love to men.
He who loves best his fellow-man Is loving God the holiest way he can.
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