Oh, love is like the dawnlight That turns the dark to day, And love is like the deep night With secrets hid away.  

That turns the dark to day,

With secrets hid away.

  And love is like the moonlight Where tropic Summers glow, And love is like the twilight When dreams begin to grow.  

Where tropic Summers glow,

When dreams begin to grow.

  Oh, love is like the sunlight That sets the world ablaze. And love is like the moonlight With soft illusive rays.  

That sets the world ablaze.

With soft illusive rays.

  And love is like the starlight That glimmers o'er the skies. And love is like the far light That shines from God's great eyes.  

That glimmers o'er the skies.

That shines from God's great eyes.

 

 III. 

 Maurice Somerville from his turreted den Looked out of the window and laid down his pen. A soft salty wind from the water was blowing, Below in the garden sat Ruth with her sewing. And stretched on the grass at her feet Roger lay With a book in his hand. 

 Through the ripe August day, Piped the Katydids' voices, Jack Frost's tally-ho Commanding Queen Summer to pack up and go. Maurice leaned his head on the casement and sighed, Strong and full in his heart surged love's turbulent tide. And thoughts of the woman he worshiped with longing Took shape and like angels about him came thronging. The world was all Mabel! her exquisite face Seemed etched on the sunlight and gave it its grace; Her eyes made the blue of the heavens, the sun Was her wonderful hair caught and coiled into one Shining mass. With a reverent, worshipful awe, It was Mabel, fair Mabel, dear Mabel he saw, When he looked up to God. 

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