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For Love's the spell, that worketh well,
 All evil to destroy;
In every home, the good time come,
 Shall fill each breast with joy.

The human form, radiant and warm,
 Will angel beauty wear;
No trace remain, of sickness, pain,
 Of sorrow, guilt, or care;
For Love's the spell, that worketh well,
 All evil to destroy;
Li every home, the good time come,
 Shall fill each breast with joy.

Each man will then an Adam be,
 And every woman Eve;
While Peace again shall dwell with men,
 And all like brothers live;
For Love's the spell, that worketh well,
 All evil to destroy;
In every home, the good time come,
 Shall fill each breast with joy.

Thus Eden lost, will Heaven restore,
 Hope's fadeless flowers shall bloom;
Man's only strife by sinless life,
 To give to sin a tomb;