Civility (A Season of Grace)

Though washing hands pots clean Poignant poses book on head bow Best to from his word you glean Grace for grace golden forever now Having a form even called grace Manners matter in the civility life As in in pouring tea etiquette race But if the cupful be bitter And a pot full of strife Grudge not lest the enemy be thy sitter The wrong fork stuck in beast Valor’s good better part of discretion’s ambition Knowing this it was already deceased A purified conscience through sin’s remission Forgive and forget a greater nobility Wine sipping from saucers and bowls God is our greater ability There is a more excellent way for souls A custom of civility without love’s salt let us reason First let thy heart be seasoned