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Better the clown who God doth love Than he that high can go And name each little star above But sees not God below! What if all things on earth I knew, Yea, love were all my creed, It serveth nothing with the True; He goes by heart and deed.
Better the clown who God doth love
Than he that high can go
And name each little star above
But sees not God below!
What if all things on earth I knew,
Yea, love were all my creed,
It serveth nothing with the True;
He goes by heart and deed.