Love is the centre of circumference: the cause and aim of all things it is the key to joy and sorrow, and the recompence for all the ills that have been, or may be. Love is as bitter as the dregs of sin, as sweet as clover-honey in its cell; Love is the password whereby soul gets into heaven–the gate that leads, sometimes, to hell. Love is the crown that glorifies: the curse that brands and burdens: it is life and death. It is the great law of the universe: and nothing can exist without its breath. Love is the impulse that directs the world, and all things know it and obey its power. Man, in the maelstrom of his passion whirled:The bee that takes the pollen to the flower: The earth, uplifting her bare, pulsing breast to fervent kisses of the amorous sun;:–Each but obeys creative loves behest, which everywhere instinctively is done. Love is the only thing that pays for birth; Or makes death welcome. HO dear God above this beautiful but sad, perplexing earth, pity the hearts that know–or know not– LOVE.!