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TO ---.
I know a garden where the roses bloomAll the year round, and breathe a sweet perfume;
I know a garden where the fountains spring
All winter long, sweet music murmuring;
I know a garden where the tuneful bird
All through the seasons and the hours is heard.
Not far away o'er sea that garden lies,
In vales of Araby or Persian skies;
In every home it lies where Love presides,
In every heart it blooms where Love abides.
Love is the rose that scents that garden's bowers,
Love is the bird whose music cheers the hours;
Love is the fount that ever pulses there,
And freshens the perennial summer air;—
Love, sweet magician, clothed with His own might
Whose look evoked the universe from night.
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Our hearts have known it, and forever will!
The cheek shall lose its glow, the quick pulse fail,
The fire that lit the eye grow dim and pale;
But, though all else depart, God's angel Love
Shall cheer us till we reach the home above.
March 26, 1868.
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