Love's Philosophy

A rock stands harmless from a little rain
But many storms will wear its strength away;
And thus in life when men and women say
Those bitter words which hasten strife and pain,
And still repeat till hope of peace is vain;
Lo! as the hour-glass sands divide the day
So these small things have parted them for aye,
And Love through such harsh means itself hath slain.

A venomed adder is the human tongue
When tipped with anger, be it either sex;
And who when stirred with controversy, recks
How deep or keen the cruel words have stung?
Curb then the lips and emulate the dove,
Lest wounding one whose life is in your love.
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