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Then inwardly I mused and asked; “How would a love-less world appear?” ’Twould be a barren, lifeless waste Without flowers blooming here.

The heart would roam about the world ’Til grief would end its plight. ’Twould be as sad as it was before God said, “Let there be Light.”

’Twould be so sad that man alone Would not want to tread the sod, And even the Lord in the heavens above Would not want to be a God.

All slumbers now upon the world Except the beating heart; The Lord only knows why this alone Ne’er stops, again to start. Upon God’s world, all’s stilled and hushed Except the heart’s glad tones; The Lord only knows why this alone Ne’er with exhaustion groans.

Sleep overtakes the very thought, Night follows day’s loud din; Only the heart keeps e’er awake To guard our Love within.

Stilled is the whispering of the trees The leaves are barely breathing, The birds are dreaming pleasant dreams So peaceful, so unheeding.

Upon the skies rose many stars, All seem so free, so sweeping, Only the bosom sighs with grief, ’round the heart a pain is creeping.

Within the goblets of the blooms, The cooling dew is glowing. Dear God, it seems as if this dew From my weary eyes were flowing.