Where doth love takes its birth,
Iolena, to fill the hearts with mirth
and bid the loved live a life of worth?
It makes the gentle souls to soar
and stroll the Eden's river ashore
and for the world of bliss opes the door!
It springs not from the crystal clear rills,
Or steps down from the breeze eased hills,
but comes off the shine in eye that thrills.
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