invite the ugly to your tabe . . . and thou wilt have store-rooms in Heav'n
find a wretched one then to save and you will have fruit by the sevens.
Lower yourself to the heatwaves of earth and you will find freshment in time.
help the motherless to give birth then pleasant your land borderline
For God is watching so high, up there and though seeming blind . . . He is not.
For those who look onward never downward . . . nor up He can easily stew in same pot.