For the spell of love undying
Softly broodeth over all!
Thus the heart of old December,
Throbbing fierce with rage malign,
Groweth warm, and sweet, and tender,
’Neath a sense of love divine.
So the home-love of the birdies
Reacheth far beyond their ken,
Crowning all the earth with blessing—
Bringing peace to weary men;