WHAT IS LOVE? - 1929


Love is the light in a mother's eyes
That glows from the heart within
When she holds in her arms her wee firstborn
And prays and plans and dreams for him.

Love is the right to walk beside
Our best beloved through joy or pain
And when the path is growing dim,
In memories sweet to live again.

Love is the touch of baby hands,
Drawing us ever in their need
Toward higher goals of usefulness
That they may follow where we lead.

Love is the faith of one staunch friend,
Who ne'er would doubt, though you stood alone.
Let the rest of the world just pass you by,
His hand would reach to clasp your own.

The-mountain breeze, the rippling stream,
The sky of blue that bends above,
The trees, the birds, the flowers that bloom,
Proclaim to us that God is love.
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