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The Kingdom Of Love

    By Ella Wheeler Wilcox



    In the dawn of the day when the sea and the earth
        Reflected the sunrise above,
    I set forth with a heart full of courage and mirth
        To seek for the Kingdom of Love.
    I asked of a Poet I met on the way
        Which cross-road would lead me aright;
    And he said "Follow me, and ere long you shall see
        Its glittering turrets of light."

    And soon in the distance a city shone fair.
        "Look yonder," he said; "How it gleams!"
    But alas! for the hopes that were doomed to despair,
        It was only the "Kingdom of Dreams."
    Then the next man I asked was a gay Cavalier,
        And he said: "Follow me, follow me";
    And with laughter and song we went speeding along
        By the shores of Life's beautiful sea.

    Then we came to a valley more tropical far
        Than the wonderful vale of Cashmere,
    And I saw from a bower a face like a flower
        Smile out on the gay Cavalier;
    And he said: "We have come to humanity's goal:
        Here love and delight are intense."
    But alas and alas! for the hopes of my soul -
        It was only the "Kingdom of Sense."

    As I journeyed more slowly I met on the road
        A coach with retainers behind;
    And they said: "Follow me, for our Lady's abode
        Belongs in that realm, you will find."
    'Twas a grand dame of fashion, a newly-made bride,
        I followed, encouraged and bold;
    But my hopes died away like the last gleams of day,
        For we came to the "Kingdom of Gold."

    At the door of a cottage I asked a fair maid.
        "I have heard of that realm," she replied;
    "But my feet never roam from the 'Kingdom of Home,'
        So I know not the way," and she sighed.
    I looked on the cottage; how restful it seemed!
        And the maid was as fair as a dove.
    Great light glorified my soul as I cried:
        "Why, Home is the 'Kingdom of Love'!"



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