Love

O LOVE! Love! Love!
Its glory smites our gloom,
And, flower-like flusht with life, the heart
Doth burgeon into bloom!
Sweet as the sunshine's golden kiss,
That crowns the world anew:
Sweet as in Roses' hearts of bliss,
Soft, summer-dark, drops dew.

O Love! Love! Love!
May make the brave heart ache;
Pulse out its lavish life, and leave
It, mournfully to break!
But O how exquisite it starts
The thoughts that bee-like cling,
To drain the honey from young hearts,
And leave a bleeding sting!

O Love! Love! Love!
Its very pain endears!
And every wail and weeping brings
Some blessing on our tears!
Love makes our darkest days, sweet dove!
In golden Suns go down,
And still we'll clothe our hearts with love,
And crown us with Love's crown.