O! Love, love, dear love,
I thank thee to awaken me;
From the slumber deep.
Thou showed me a path,
To the roses among thorns,
To pleasures with dew of tears,
Thou widened my vision, my sight,
Opened the hidden mysteries,
Of life, of smiles, of sorrows.
Life is but rubbish,
If devoid of faith,
In master and fellow beings.
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