As the tears scald and start;
You shall love your crooked neighbour
With your crooked heart.'
This is my favorite stanza of the poem. Rather than viewing the last two lines of the stanza as a commandment, I first thought of it as a promise. That your crooked heart can love. That there is still love for the imperfect, and those who have fallen away can still come back to it. Love is one of those things that time doesn't destroy, it just changes. Love adapts to circumstances but doesn't ever lose it's grip.
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