LOVE.
O love! how beautiful thou art!
How pure and bright a gem,
Enshrined in woman's trusting heart,
A peerless diadem.
How pure and bright a gem,
Enshrined in woman's trusting heart,
A peerless diadem.
Then choose, my friend, one generous heart,
Congenial to thine own,—
Forsake all others for her sake,—
Make there thine altar-throne.
Congenial to thine own,—
Forsake all others for her sake,—
Make there thine altar-throne.
Let other forms be young and fair,—
Let other eyes be bright,—
Turn thou to thine own chosen one,
With fond and pure delight.
Let other eyes be bright,—
Turn thou to thine own chosen one,
With fond and pure delight.
