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Edgar Guest - Love
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Truth went forth on a search one day
I For the source of love that he might say
He had found its depth and its breadth for aye.

He met a miser, bent and old,
And his mission to him he promptly told;
"Love," said the miser, "is yellow gold."

He sought a maiden, young and fair,
With orange blossoms in her hair,
Who whispered, "My love is waiting there."

To a struggling youth at last Truth came,
As he toiled and studied and spoke his name;
"Love," said the youth, "is a thing called fame."

"Love!" mocked a man with features sour, 
Before whom others were made to cower, 
"Love! yes, love is worldly power."

A pale, weak woman Truth chanced to see,
Rocking a baby on her knee;
"Only a mother knows love," said she.
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