And what of Love?
And what of Love in brightest days
With illumined lofty shafts
And brings provision, gives us air,
To work our human crafts.
And heightened strains so sweet and low.
Upon the leaves and trees.
And brightens every young man’s heart from sickness and disease.
And on it’s wings white feathers seen
Of purity and graces
Rising higher in our thoughts.
From darkened mortal places.
And where it dwells upon the heart
With joyful power and praise.
We look to it to guide us home.
In every human way.