| “Love took them softly by the hand, Love led them through their own dear door, And showed them in the sea and land Beauty they had not known before–– Never before: O Love! sweet Love! “And now it cannot pass away; They see it wheresoe’er they go; And in their hearts by night and day Its gladness singeth to and fro, By night and day: O Love! sweet Love!” |
FOOTNOTES:
T. E. Brown, M.A.
“Atalanta in Calydon.”
Family, race.