Love Never Is Too Late

Love never is too late; it sums,
Within itself, all that is lasting gain,
And, or at morn or midnight, comes
With blessings in its train.

We tarry, slow to give, alas!
But though delayed, love never is too late—
Love that has power beyond the grave to pass
And enter Heaven's gate!
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