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If Love were what the harlots say And hunger called the tune Mayhap we'd need conserve the joys Weighed grudgingly to girls and boys. And eat the angels trapped and sold By shriven priests for stolen gold. If Love were what the harlots say And hunger called the tune.

But Love is Mother of us all (Dear Mother, if we knew!)— So wise that not a sparrow falls, Nor friendless in the prison calls Uncomforted or uncaressed. There's magic milk at Mercy's breast, And little ones shall lead us all When True Love calls the tune!