Love
Love is the ocean, when it swells
And flows upon the land,
Caressing with its waves and shells
The dull forsaken strand.
Love is the carol of the bird,
The light of summer's sun,
The calm of twilight softly stirred
By symphonies of home.
Love is the sweetest scent of flower,
The ripest taste of fruit,
The soft-descending vernal shower,
That laves the tender shoot.
Love is the brightly glistening tear
Of heart that, joyous, weeps;
An angel-form, that hovers near
Where childhood dreams and sleeps.
Love is the firmament of blue,
The stars on stillest night,
The blessed name of God most true —
Author of Love and Light.
And flows upon the land,
Caressing with its waves and shells
The dull forsaken strand.
Love is the carol of the bird,
The light of summer's sun,
The calm of twilight softly stirred
By symphonies of home.
Love is the sweetest scent of flower,
The ripest taste of fruit,
The soft-descending vernal shower,
That laves the tender shoot.
Love is the brightly glistening tear
Of heart that, joyous, weeps;
An angel-form, that hovers near
Where childhood dreams and sleeps.
Love is the firmament of blue,
The stars on stillest night,
The blessed name of God most true —
Author of Love and Light.
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