Poems (Henderson)/Love
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LOVE.
Love is the essence of all mortal life, It lives in every passing breeze;That wafted o'er broad ocean, bears, Love's kiss to lover o'er the seas.The violet nodding in the meadow grass, Ts kissed by sunshine warm and bright,The lily's opening cup unfolds, To woo the dew-drops of the night.
The rosebud's crimson petals hold, Wrapped in its glowing heart;A dream of Love, a promise sweet, Of its own bloom a part.Each little bird on yonder bough, In some green tree-top has a mate,And cherishes, with mother care, Her brood, for Love's sweet sake.
'Twas Love that lost a conqueror's fame, That shamed great Rome's proud day;When Egypt's queen a heart enthralled, That spurned an Empire's sway;'Twas Love that wrecked, the sinless soul, Of Heloise, so young and fair;That bound her to a convent cell, In solitude and prayer.
'Tis Love that binds the broken heart, That cheers the fainting soul,'Tis Love that makes Life's labor sweet, And flecks with sunlight's gold;The life, that knows such weary hours; 'Twere almost glad to know,The present merged in gloomy Death, Save for Love's circling glow.