| Love is the
only bow on life's dark cloud. It is the Morning star and the Evening Star.
It shines upon the cradle of the babe, and sheds its radience upon the
quiet tomb. It is the mother of Art, Inspirer of the poet, patriot and
philosopher. It is the air and the light of every heart, builder of every
home, kindler of every fir on every hearth. It was the first to dream of
immortality. It fills the world with melody, for Music is the voice of
Love. Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things
to joy, and makes right royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the
perfume of a wonderous flower - the heart - and without that sacred passion,
that divine swoon, we are less than beast; but with it, earth is heaven
and we are gods. - Robert G. Ingersoll
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