<h2 id="id00182" style="margin-top: 4em">A SONG OF LOVE</h2>
<p id="id00183">Love reckons not by time—its May days of delight<br/>
Are swifter than the falling stars that pass beyond our sight.<br/></p>
<p id="id00184">Love reckons not by time—its moments of despair<br/>
Are years that march like prisoners, who drag the chains they wear.<br/></p>
<p id="id00185">Love counts not by the sun—it hath no night or day—<br/>
'Tis only light when love is near—'tis dark with love away.<br/></p>
<p id="id00186">Love hath no measurements of height, or depth, or space,<br/>
But yet within a little grave it oft hath found a place.<br/></p>
<p id="id00187">Love is its own best law—its wrongs seek no redress;<br/>
Love is forgiveness—and it only knoweth how to bless.<br/></p>
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