THERE IS NO END TO LOVE.
By Flora E. Yergin
THERE is no end to Love,—
Earth's little day
Sees grander deeds than mortals ever
dreamed;
And what to earth had seemed
A little thing, is Love where angels stay,—
A sweet, true Love. O'er Hatred's battle-field,—
Where nations send
Their death-tipped arrows to another's breast,
Shall spread Love's throne of rest,
And of His kingdom there shall be no end;
Hail, Love revealed! Within a longing heart,—
While prayers ascend,
The reign of cruel self will broken be,
And like a quiet sea
Sweet Love will rule, and all His graces lend,—
Nor more depart. Love has no end, dear friend,—
The shadows grim
That quickly filled the heart with doubt and fear
Will quickly disappear,
And open to our view the ways of Him
Whose name is Love. Then come, ye brave and true,—
Who sorrow now
While gazing at Earth's crumbling form and bare;
Rear now your altars where
The streamlets murmur, and the angels bow
Around Love's throne. Faint heart, learn what is Love,—
And when we see
Our cherished hopes, as blossoms, quickly die,
We will not wonder why,
But build on Him who lives eternally,
Immortal Love!