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/ Say, what is the spell, when her fledgelings are cheeping, / That lures the bird home to her nest? / Or wakes the tired mother, whose infant is weeping, / To cuddle and croon it to rest? / What the magic that charms the glad babe in her arms, / Till it cooes with the voice of the dove? / 'Tis a secret, and so let us whisper it low -- / 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!
/ Say, whence is the voice that, when anger is burning, / Bids the whirl of the tempest to cease? / That stirs the vexed soul with an aching -- a yearning / For the brotherly hand-grip of peace? / Whence the music that fills all our being -- that thrills / Around us, beneath, and above? / 'Tis a secret: none knows how it comes, how it goes -- / 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!