Poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Songs from the Turret. 9. Love is the source of all supreme delight

Love is the source of all supreme delight,
   Love is the bitter fountain of despair;
Who follows Love shall stand upon the height,
   Yet through the darkest depths, Love, too, leads there.

Courage needs he who would with bold Love fare,
   Let him set forth with all his strength bedight;
Yet in his heart this song to banish care--
   "Love is the source of all supreme delight."

And he must sing this song both day and night,
   Though he be led down shadowy pathways where
Black waters moan, through valleys struck with blight,
   "Love is the bitter fountain of despair."

Let him be brave, and bravely let him dare
   Whate'er betide, and feel no coward fright.
Who shares the worst, the best deserves to share;
   Who follows Love shall stand upon the height.

Ah! sweet is peace to those who faced the fight,
   And bright the crown those faithful ones shall wear,
Who whispered, when the shadows veiled their sight,
   "Yet through the darkest depths, Love, too, leads there."

To hearts that best know Love, his dark is fair,
   His sorrow gladness, and his wrong is right.
All joys lie waiting on his winding stair;
   All ways, all paths of Love lead to the light.
                              Love is the source. 

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