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Many have sung of love a root of bane: / While to my mind a root of balm it is, / For love at length breeds love; sufficient bliss / For life and death and rising up again. / Surely when light of Heaven makes all things plain, / Love will grow plain with all its mysteries; / Nor shall we need to fetch from over seas / Wisdom or wealth or pleasure safe from pain. / Love in our borders, love within our heart, / Love all in all, we then shall bide at rest, / Ended for ever life's unending quest, / Ended for ever effort, change and fear: / Love all in all; -- no more that better part / Purchased, but at the cost of all things here.