A Round

THE end of life is living,And 't is through love we live—Through taking and through giving.Then freely take—and give!

When into life we blunder,Love waits to soothe our woe;And 't is love's hand doth sunderOur bonds when hence we go.

Nor life nor love is mortal:Love holds of life the key,And life is the veiled portalTo love's infinity!