Love lights more fires than hate extinguishes, and men grow better as the world grows old.

Love lights more fires than hate extinguishes.

Our souls should be vessels receivingThe waters of love for relievingThe sorrows of men.

The spark divine dwells in thee: let it grow.

So young, and yet I have had all of life.Why, men have lived to see a hundred years,Who have not known the rapture, joy, and strifeOf my brief youth, its passion and its tears.

This is the way of it, wide world over,One is beloved, and one is the lover,One gives and the other receives.