What light is to the eyes - what air is to the lungs - what love is to the heart, liberty is to the soul of man.
What light is to the eyes - what air is to the lungs - what love is to the heart, liberty is to the soul of man.
Every flower about a house certifies to the refinement of somebody. Every vine climbing and blossoming tells of love and joy.
Love is the only bow on life's dark cloud. It is the Morning and the Evening Star. It shines upon the cradle of the babe, and sheds its radiance upon the quiet tomb. It is the Mother of Art, inspirer of poet, patriot, and philosopher. It is the air and light of every heart, builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody, for music is the voice of Love. Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to joy, and makes right royal kings of common clay. It is the perfume of the wondrous flowerthe heartand without that sacred passion, ... we are less than beasts but with it, earth and heaven are gods.
In the night of death, hope sees a star, and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing.
I would rather live and love where death is king than have eternal life where love is not.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories