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Show The God of Love. It la not cold of rippled linlr, L'ko cornllcMH sm-pt liy winds nt play; It Is not checks ns fresh and fulr As apple bloom nt iliiwn of ilny. It Is not thesa Hint sins to Lovo, And bid him wnko ro Mire, no noon; That set tlio skies ullKlil nbnvv. And set him crying for the moon. It Is not henrl-KolJ, pure and bright As vlrKln trolil In M clilrii renins; It Is not soul as clear nnd light As sunrise In u poet's itronms. It Is not these that glvo I,ove food And drink the mngle wlno and bread, That set. ninlil hi solitude, The enchanted garland on his head. Love only knows ono god sublime. The trinity In unity; And .he god's nninc aro Bpaco and Time And Opportunity, ii. Neiblt In London Outlook, |