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Chapter XIX A Fairy-Duet The Complete Works of Lewis Carroll |  |
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[“Say, what is the spell, when her fledgelings are cheeping]
“Say, what is the spell, when her fledgelings are cheeping,
That lures the bird home to her nest?
Or wakes the tired mother, whose infant is weeping,
To cuddle and croon it to rest?
What's the magic that charms the glad babe in her arms,
Till it cooes with the voice of the dove?”
“'Tis a secret, and so let us whisper it low—
And the name of the secret is Love!”
That lures the bird home to her nest?
Or wakes the tired mother, whose infant is weeping,
To cuddle and croon it to rest?
What's the magic that charms the glad babe in her arms,
Till it cooes with the voice of the dove?”
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And the name of the secret is Love!”
“For I think it is Love,
For I feel it is Love,
For I'm sure it is nothing but Love!”
For I feel it is Love,
For I'm sure it is nothing but Love!”
“Say, whence is the voice that, when anger is burning,
Bids the whirl of the tempest to cease?
That stirs the vexed soul with an aching—a yearning
For the brotherly hand-grip of peace?
Whence the music that fills all our being—that thrills
Around us, beneath, and above?”
“'Tis a secret: none knows how it comes, how it goes:
But the name of the secret is Love!”
Bids the whirl of the tempest to cease?
That stirs the vexed soul with an aching—a yearning
For the brotherly hand-grip of peace?
Whence the music that fills all our being—that thrills
Around us, beneath, and above?”
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But the name of the secret is Love!”
“For I think it is Love,
For I feel it is Love,
For I'm sure it is nothing but Love!”
For I feel it is Love,
For I'm sure it is nothing but Love!”
“Say whose is the skill that paints valley and hill,
Like a picture so fair to the sight?
That flecks the green meadow with sunshine and shadow,
Till the little lambs leap with delight?”
“'Tis a secret untold to hearts cruel and cold,
Though 'tis sung, by the angels above,
In notes that ring clear for the ears that can hear—
And the name of the secret is Love!”
Like a picture so fair to the sight?
That flecks the green meadow with sunshine and shadow,
Till the little lambs leap with delight?”
“'Tis a secret untold to hearts cruel and cold,
Though 'tis sung, by the angels above,
In notes that ring clear for the ears that can hear—
And the name of the secret is Love!”
“For I think it is Love,
For I feel it is Love,
For I'm sure it is nothing but Love!”
For I feel it is Love,
For I'm sure it is nothing but Love!”
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Chapter XIX A Fairy-Duet The Complete Works of Lewis Carroll | |