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The impulse of all love is to create. / God was so full of love, in his embrace / He clasped the empty nothingness of space, / And low! the solar system! High in state / The mighty sun sat, so supreme and great / With this same essence, one smile of its face / Brought myriad forms of life forth; race on race, / From insects up to men.
Through love, not hate, / All that is grand in nature or in art / Sprang into being. He who would build sublime / And lasting works, to stand the test of time, / Must inspiration draw from his full heart. / And he who loveth widely, well, and much, / The secret holds of the true master touch.