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Show The God of Love. It Is not sold of rippled Imlr I.lko cornfields sm-pt b winds nt play; It Is not cheeks ns ireh anil fair As applo bloom nt dawn of day. It la not thoo thnt ulnff to I.ote, And hid him wako pu Hire, no Boon; Thnt set the skies nllKlit above, And net him crliiK for tho moon. It Is not lieart-Rold, pure unil bright As It Kin cold In h.ilden fcnina; It Is tint soul as clear nnd IlKlit As Bunrlsu In u poet's ilrtams. It Is not theso that give Love food And drink tho masle wlno and bread, That net. nmld his Kolltude, Tho enchanted gnrland on his head, I.ove only knows ono god sublime, Tho trinity In unity; And the god's names uro Spneo nnd Tlmo And Opportunity. U Nc3blt In London Outlook |