For you, who does such good, there should be joy.
Only joy, pure joy, should fill your heart.
Rendered rightly, all your days should dance,
Taking pleasure in your well-honed art,
Yielding grace that should your spirits buoy.
For you, who spends your days in love's employ,
In healing those in pain through age or chance,
Vested in your unforgiving part,
Each longing should find all the joy life grants.
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