Love and Hope

      Love for ever dwells in heaven,—
        Hope entereth not there.
      To despairing man Love's given,—
        Hope dwells not with despair.
Love reigneth high, and reigneth low, and reigneth
          everywhere.

      In the inmost heart Love dwelleth,—
        It may not quenched be;
      E'en when the life blood welleth,
        Its fond effects we see
In the name that leaves the lips the last—fades last
          from memory.

      And when we shall awaken,
        Ascending to the sky,
      Though Hope shall have forsaken,
        Sweet Love shall never die:
For perfect Love and perfect bliss shall be our lot on
          high.