The earth has grown old with its burden of care but in truth it always is youngThe heart of the jewel burns lustrous and fair, and its soul full of music breaks the air When the song of angels is sung.
Love seeketh not itself to please,Nor for itself hath any care,But for another gives its ease,And builds a Heaven in Hell's despair.
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