Radical Review, 307
THE ALL-LOVING.
Million-Folded are my likings,
All the world my well-loved home;
Would my kindred not regale me,
Would my kindred not regale me,
To their world-fires I would roam.
Pleasant ‘tis with love to tarry,—
Pleasant to recount its store:
Glooms and sorrows passing by me
Glooms and sorrows passing by me
Leave my heart young as before.
Listen, loved ones, o’er the planet!
Think ye not I’m lost, if missing
From your fire-lit hearths my greetings:
From your fire-lit hearths my greetings:
All your loves my love is kissing.
Warm and glowing goes my spirit
Toward my million-fated kin.
Oh! I keep their hearts enshrined
Oh! I keep their hearts enshrined
In the deep my heart within.
Sidney H. Morse.
