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Love is the only bow on life's dark cloud. it is the morning and the evening star. it shines upon the cradle of the babe, and sheds its radiance on the quiet tomb. it is the mother of art—inspirer of poet, patriot, and philosopher. it is the air and light of every heart— builder of every home—kindler of every fire on every hearth. it was the first to dream of immortality. it fills the world with melody, for music is the voice of love.
-Robert Green Ingersoll
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Love Is The Only Bow On Life's

Robert Green Ingersoll
Love is the only bow on life's dark cloud. it is the morning and the evening star. it shines upon the cradle of the babe, and sheds its radiance on the quiet tomb. it is the mother of art—inspirer of poet, patriot, and philosopher. it is the air and light of every heart— builder of every home—kindler of every fire on every hearth. it was the first to dream of immortality. it fills the world with melody, for music is the voice of love.
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