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302 By the decrees of fate

From year to year,

Does it communicate.

Pathless the gulf of feeling yawns—

No trivial bridge of words,

Or arch of boldest span,

Can leap the moat that girds

The sincere man.

No show of bolts and bars

Can keep the foeman out,

Or 'scape his secret mine

Who entered with the doubt

That drew the line.

No warder at the gate

Can let the friendly in,

But, like the sun, o'er all

He will the castle win,

And shine along the wall.

There 's nothing in the world I know

That can escape from love,

For every depth it goes below,

And every height above.

It waits as waits the sky,

Until the clouds go by,

Yet shines serenely on

With an eternal day,

Alike when they are gone,

And when they stay.

Implacable is Love,—

Foes may be bought or teazed