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Love and Passion.
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You took my heart within your palm,
And softly turned the leaves and read,
And then you turned the cover down,
“I love you, love!” you gently said,
And softly turned the leaves and read,
And then you turned the cover down,
“I love you, love!” you gently said,
And crowned me queen straightway, O king!
Wherefore my feet for evermore
Go softly, and the air’s a-ring
With music sweet—unheard before.
Wherefore my feet for evermore
Go softly, and the air’s a-ring
With music sweet—unheard before.
Dolce A. Cabot
CV.
Love and Passion.
Passion dies, but Love’s eternal,
Love’s the essence of our God:
Love is old, yet ever vernal;
Passion’s but an earthly clod.
Love’s the essence of our God:
Love is old, yet ever vernal;
Passion’s but an earthly clod.
Love and passion oft are blended,
In a strange, bewild’ring way;
Love, true Love, shall ne’er be ended;
Passion lasts a fleeting day.
In a strange, bewild’ring way;
Love, true Love, shall ne’er be ended;
Passion lasts a fleeting day.
Passion’s oft for Love mistaken,
Passion many a soul enthrals,
Yet from it they’ll surely waken,
E’en on earth mere passion palls.
Passion many a soul enthrals,
Yet from it they’ll surely waken,
E’en on earth mere passion palls.
But pure love is never sating;
Nearest God is purest love;
Pure love unalloyed is waiting
For us in the realms above.
Nearest God is purest love;
Pure love unalloyed is waiting
For us in the realms above.