Love

MYRTLE ELLA ROBERTSON

O Love , that paints the colors of the rainbow,
O Love, that gives the rose its sweet perfume,
O Love, that sends the cooling, fresh'ning raindrops,
Which make the parched valley bud and bloom;

O Love, that guards the faltering, fluttering sparrow,
O Love, that sends the sunbeam's cheering ray,
O Love, that guides the weary one to heaven,
Thine is the power, the glory Thine, alway!