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XVIII. The Foes of Love.

Love hath many evil foes
Lurking ever near
Bent on mischief, but of those
He fears most is Fear.
Fear! Nay love is strong and brave.
Wherefore should he fly
Hunger, pain, disease, the grave?
He fears more a lie.
Lies! From Love's long-suffering
Falsehood cannot hide.
Truth from the furthest star he'll bring.
Rather he fears Pride.
Pride! Nay, Love, if Love be strong,
Humbles Pride in the dust.
Love forgiveth every wrong.
Rather he fears Lust.

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Lust? From lust and treacherous deeds
He hides his tortured face—
Infatuate he forgives, and bleeds.
More he fears Disgrace.
Disgrace? Though Love must weep at sight
Of aught that shames his prayer,
His charity is infinite.
He fears only care.
Care! Ah yes the mighty things
Lightly Love can bear,
Not the daily bickerings
Of insidious care.