Love, Life and God, what little words they are,
Yet vastly great, the objects they define,
The last, though least, the greatest is by far,
We live, we love, as now our days decline
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I would fear being banished 'where there is eternal strife'. I want better than that.
By though least, do you mean in # OF LETTERS USED TO SPELL 'God'? OK, did J.B. mean..... To think of these my lovely, lovely thine, And pray and pray again, wher, er you be........ were you using a tablet to type, as I am now? ......................to what/who does thine refers? And wher, er .....? [Thanks for Poet's Notes. J.B. Jeb Bush? ] I should have read it 1st. Or Jeb Beuning? bri :)
This is a wonderful poem from the 1800's. You were indeed fortunate to come across this little book in the manner that you did. It is a treasure, a one-of-a-kind find.
Most beautiful Antique poem.5 Stars for the poet JB and also for the poet Hank! Thank you so much for sharing this antique poem, Hank!