And the name of the secret is Love!

For I think it is Love,

For I feel it is Love,

For I’m sure it is nothing but Love!

Bids the whirl of the tempest to cease?

For the brotherly hand-grip of peace?

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Around us, beneath, and above?

But the name of the secret is Love!

For I think it is Love,

For I feel it is Love,

For I’m sure it is nothing but Love!

Like a picture so fair to the sight?

Till the little lambs leap with delight?

Though ’tis sung, by the angels above,

And the name of the secret is Love!

For I think it is Love,

For I feel it is Love,

For I’m sure it is nothing but Love!

THE END.

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