“Love is the only bow on life’s dark cloud. It is the Morning and the Evening Star. It shines upon the cradle of the babe, and sheds its radiance upon the quiet tomb. It is the mother of Art, inspirer of poet, patriot and philosopher. It is the air and light of every heart, builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody, for Music is the voice of Love. Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to joy, and makes right royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of the wondrous flower-the heart-and without that sacred passion, that Divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven . . .” (“Love,” by Robert G. Ingress).
Indeed, “Love makes the world go ’round” and, through the ages, mankind has been busy pursuing it, sometimes in ways we would…
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