What can we say of love, but it sustains

In shrouding darkness and in hailing light;

Where all else fails, she as a truth remains

And shines a beacon in the blackest night.

Love is the hope that guides man on his way

And marks his path with purpose, clear and rare;

Of love’s grand scope, no words can truly say—

Though strive we may in poems, hymns and prayer.

No life more proudly lived than one in love,

No greater blessing yet has God bestowed;

Pure light eternal cast from heav’n above,

To warm the mortal heart when blood runs cold.

Oft happiness seems bound to earthly things—

No greater bliss exceeds what true love brings.