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Creation is the proper form of love,
Opening a universe to being.
Nor is love less than light a lamp for seeing
Glory, as the passing years will prove.
Remember well what service you must render
As laborers in vineyards not your own.
The life that you have made is but on loan,
Unencumbered by what gifts you tender.
Let it then be yours this little while,
And lavish it unstintingly with joy,
The grace no later demons can destroy,
Inheritance no fortune can defile.
Out of who you are comes what you do:
Now be with love and joy for more than two,