Love is the only bow of lifes dark cloud. It is the Morning and Evening Star. It shines upon the cradle of the babe, and sheds its radiance upon the quiet tomb. It is the Mother of Art, inspirer of poet, patriot, and philosopher. It is the air and light of every heart, builder of every home, kinder of every fire on every hearth, it was the first dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody. Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthwhile things to joy, and makes right royal kings of common clay. ~Robert Green Ingersoll.
Posted on: Thu, 24 Oct 2013 11:27:58 +0000
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