The Test of Love — is Death —
Our Lord — “so loved” — it saith —
What Largest Lover — hath
Another — doth —
If smaller Patience — be —
Through less Infinity —
If Bravo, sometimes swerve —
Through fainter Nerve —
Accept its Most —
And overlook — the Dust —
Last — Least —
The Cross’ — Request —
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