‘Tis a magic spell,
Which lovers know well,
In sunshine and shower the same;
Ever old, yet new,
Both constant and true,
And seeks neither self nor fame.
Unheard or confest,
As seemeth it best,
Its tale it may never unfold;
Yet all know the pow’r
Of Love’s happy hour,
Its memory never grows old!
‘Tis a golden key.
Be it sigh or plea,
That opens the door of the heart;
And treasures untold
Doth ever unfold,
Which riches could never impart.
Then cherish with care
A jewel so rare,
And dim not its lustre with scorn;
‘Twill lighten the gloom
From cradle, to tomb,
And heal the heart bleeding and torn.
Love never can die.
Its home is on high,
And God will yet claim what He gives;
And love He hath giv’n.
To make earth a heav’n.
True love in the heart ever lives!
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