Who Knows
Who knows how and when
Is wrought and shaped the secret hearts of men
Very well veiled from the eye
Of even the keenest spy
But its abundance is rich
To rule over speech
To the detail of sentiment
And its accompanying temperament
Though withholding buried secrets
We could confidently reveal daunting regrets
And all pasts undealt
That remain heavily heartfelt
To a trusted Father in God
Whose approving nod
Is to make you see clearly
The precepts to value dearly
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