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Rh 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.