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LOVE only sings when Love is young, / When Love is young and still at play, / How shall we count the sweet songs sung / When Love and Joy kept holiday? / But now Love has to earn his bread / By lifelong stress and toil of tears, / He finds his nest of song-birds dead / That sang so sweet in other years.
For Love's a man now, strong and brave, / To fight for you, for you to live, / And Love, that once such bright songs gave, / Has better things than songs to give; / He gives you now a lifelong faith, / A hand to help in joy or pain, / And he will sing no more, till Death / Shall come to make him young again!