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The ups and downs of love are sure. But
without these how shall love be known?

Of all the vows which thou and I have
made,
The pledge to love each other long
and well
Hath flickered not nor hath begun
to fade,
But groweth like spring flowers in the
dell.
And though moments there are when we
yearn
For lack of joy and triumphs in the
quest,
Love's intuition says, these shall
return,
Whence ever cometh ecstasy and
rest!
And by this wisdom we have owned the
night,
And all the stars that sing for us
alone.
No wonder is put beyond our
sight,
No lighting rose that love itself hath
sown.
Yet, should tempest come and the pain
thereof,
Love shall hold us fast to the pledge
of love!

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