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Love took me softly by the hand,

Love led me all the country o'er,

And show'd me beauty in the land,

That I had never dreamt before,

Never before, Oh! Love! sweet Love!

There was a glory in the morn,

There was a calmness in the night,

A mildness by the south wind borne,

That I had never felt aright,

Never aright, Oh! Love! sweet Love!

But now it cannot pass away,

I see it wheresoe'er I go,

And in my heart by night and day,

Its gladness waveth to and fro,

By night and day, Oh! Love! sweet Love!