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Love, the baby, / Crept abroad to pluck a flower: / One said, Yes, sir; one said, Maybe; / One said, Wait the hour.
Love, the boy, / Joined the youngsters at their play: / But they gave him little joy, / And he went away.
Love, the youth, / Roamed the country, quiver-laden; / From him fled away in sooth / Many a man and maiden!
Love, the man, / Sought a service all about; / But they called him feeble, one / They could do without.
Love, the aged, / Walking, bowed, the shadeless miles, / Read a volume many-paged, / Full of tears and smiles.
Love, the weary, / Tottered down the shelving road: / At its foot, lo, Night, the starry, / Meeting him from God!
"Love, the holy,"
Sang a music in her dome, / Sang it softly, sang it slowly, / "Love is coming home! "