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OW wonderful is love!

More wonderful, I wis,

Than cherry-blossoms are when spring's first kiss

Warms the chill breast of earth,

And gives new birth

To beauty! High above

All miracles—the miracle of love,

Which by its own glad and triumphant power

Brings life to flower.

Oh, love is wonderful!

More wonderful than is the dew-fed rose

Whose petals half unclose,

In welcome of the light,

When first the Dawn comes robed in vesture cool

Of fragrant, shimmering white!—

More wonderful and strange

Than moonrise, which doth change

Dulness to glory—

Yea, with a touch transforms the mountains hoary,

And fills the darkling rills with living silver bright!