For every lover who has loved, knows love must see and feel,
And only stirs man’s mind for the material and real.
He cannot love who would, or cease to love at will.
To some it goes to make a life, another it will kill.
’Twere folly to declare love for the great Unknown
Who sits unscrutable upon a great white throne.
Can’st add a known quantity to a sign, the sign being undefined,
And get results to understand for a mere human mind?
Go to, God-lovers, wake from dreams; talk reason, if you can,
And if you have great store of love, go love your fellow-man.