For death begins with life’s first breath And life begins at touch of death

Love ever gives. Forgives outlives. And ever stands with open hands. And while it lives, it gives. For this is love’s prerogatives / to give, and give, and give.

To every man there openeth A way, and ways, and a way. And the high soul climbs the high way, And the low soul gropes the low: And in between, on the misty flats, The...

Love ever gives,–Forgives–outlives,–And ever standsWith open hands.And, while it lives,It Gives.For this is Love’s prerogative,–To give,–and give,–and give.