The longer I live and the more I see
Of the struggle of souls towards the heights above,
The stronger this truth comes home to me—-
That the Universe rests on the shoulders of love,
A love so limitless, deep, and broad,
That men have re-named it, and called it God.
And nothing that was ever born or evolved,
Nothing created by light or force
But deep in its system there lies dissolved
A shining drop from the great Love source;
A shining drop that shall live for aye;
Though kingdoms may perish and stars decay.
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850-1919)
