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LOVE.
O Love! Love! Love!
Its glory breaks our gloom,
And there's a new Heaven overhead,
With all the earth in bloom.
'Tis sweet as Sunshine's golden kiss,
That crowns the world anew:
Sweet as in Roses' hearts of bliss,
Soft summer-dark drops dew.
Its glory breaks our gloom,
And there's a new Heaven overhead,
With all the earth in bloom.
'Tis sweet as Sunshine's golden kiss,
That crowns the world anew:
Sweet as in Roses' hearts of bliss,
Soft summer-dark drops dew.
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O Love! Love! Love!
May make the true heart ache;
Pulse out its lavish life, and leave
It mournfully to break!
But O how winsomely it starts
The thoughts that bee-like cling,
To drain the honey from young hearts,
And leave a bleeding sting!
May make the true heart ache;
Pulse out its lavish life, and leave
It mournfully to break!
But O how winsomely it starts
The thoughts that bee-like cling,
To drain the honey from young hearts,
And leave a bleeding sting!
O Love! Love! Love!
Its very pain endears!
And every wail and weeping brings
Some blessing on our tears!
Love makes our darkest days, sweet dove!
All goldenly go down,
And still we'll clothe ourselves with love,
And crown us with Love's crown.
Its very pain endears!
And every wail and weeping brings
Some blessing on our tears!
Love makes our darkest days, sweet dove!
All goldenly go down,
And still we'll clothe ourselves with love,
And crown us with Love's crown.
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