What stirs an emotion
As deep as’ the ocean,
And strong as the hills that tower above?
‘Tis the sound of a sigh,
As the zephyrs go by,
That tells in a breath the presence of Love!
What is seen in the glance,
As true lovers advance,
That kindles a flame which never can die?
‘Tis a spark from above,
From the altar of Love,
Dropp’d unerringly down from on high!
As the loving hands clasp,
What is told in the grasp
That quickens the pulse and glows on the cheek?
‘Tis ” the story of old,”
In that loving enfold,
The language of Love that words cannot speak!
Whence the tones that can thrill,
Without effort or will.
And woo the heart’s fond admiration?
They are notes from the choir,
With the golden lyre.
Tuned by Love’s sublime inspiration!
Oh! from whence comes the bliss
Of love’s first fervent kiss,
That rapturous outflow of feeling?
‘Tis a faint echo given
Of earth’s foretaste of Heaven,
By fond hearts their fulness revealing!
Whence the breathings of soul
That defies our control,
Those sweet communings of heart with heart?
‘Tis a gift from above,
‘Tis the token of love,
Once possesss’d, time or death cannot part!
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