(Copyright, 1902, The Bulletin Co.)

DO YOU know what moves the tides
  As they swing from low to high?
  Tis the love, love, love
     Of the moon within the sky.
  Oh, they follow where she guides,
  Do the faithful hearted tides.

  Do you know what moves the earth
     Out of winter into spring?
  Tis the love, love, love
     Of the sun, the mighty king.
  O, the rapture that finds birth
  In the kiss of sun and earth.

  Do you know what makes sweet songs
     Ring for me above earths strife?
  Tis the love, love, love
     that you bring into my life.
  Oh, the glory of the songs
  In the heart where love belongs.


The Evening Bulletin [Philadelphia] 30 Jan. 1902: 7.

Courtesy of John M. Freiermuth.

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