Love On ! Love On !

Love on! love on! ye children of the skies!
Love is the glory of your passing day,
God's precious gift, which never, never dies,
Though all things else are hasting to decay:
O pluck the flow'r and wear it while you may, —
Love on! Love on!

Love on! love on! for though the cheek may fade,
The lip grow pale, and dim the brightest eye,
The fairest form within the tomb be laid,
Love is immortal — it can never die,
But even in its sadness it will sigh, —
Love on! Love on!

Love on! love on! the life of life is Love.
Death only is where Love hath enter'd not;
Love with its glory gladdens Heav'n above,
And fills on earth each dear, familiar spot
With echoes from the heart's reboundings caught,
Love on! Love on!

Love on! love on! for in the loving soul,
Though sun and moon and stars fade out and die,
Love shall live on, when years have ceased to roll
And, what it learnt on earth, still sing on high,
In its own changeless immortality, —
Love on! Love on!