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"Love
is the only bow on life's dark cloud. It is the morning and
the evening star. It shines upon the babe and sheds its radiance
on the quiet tomb. It is the mother of art, the inspiration
for poet, patriot, and philosopher. It is the air and light
of every heart — builder of every home — kindler of every fire
on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It
fills the world with melody — for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician — the enchanter — that changes worthless
things to joy, and makes right royal kings and queens of common
clay. Love is the perfume of that wondrous flower — the heart
— and without that sacred passion — that divine swoon — we are
less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven and we are gods."
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