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    Upon this tree of life hangs
    The curse of all the human race,
    Planted by a stream
    Upon the dry ground.

    The leaf remains
    Which has no face,
    And never withers.

    This is the Wisdom
    Clasped to in the Garden,
    Sent here by the Father, God,
    This little Vine
    Tended by the gardener.

    Upon this tree of life, saved,
    His Word, the First, and last, and only...
    Living that we all may grow
    Upon His growing Vine.
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