Classic Poem

L OVE'S breath is in the vernal breeze
That fans the cheek on twilight eves;
Love's breath exhales from out the rose,
When morn unfolds its crimson leaves;
Love's breath is in the murmuring sound
That o'er the bubbling fountain rings;
Love's breath is in the little song
The little bird to Nature sings!

Love's breath from yonder starry worlds
Comes down in ether pure and bright;
Love's breath is in the winter's storm,
And in the summer breeze of night.
Warm looks of love from Nature's face
Allure me to her beating heart;
Lost in her fond and pure embrace,
My heart forgets its aching smart.

Love's breath,—it is God's holy breath,
That unto thee, my heart, is given,
Whose gentle impulse, sweet and pure,
Doth softly raise thee up to heaven!
There shall that earthly plant put forth
Eternal flowers, that ne'er shall fall.
Ah! I shall love!—and love!—and love!—
Since love is but the Life of All!