  In every heart the heart of spring Bursts into leaf and bud; The heart of love in every heart Leaps with its eager flood. Then hasten, rosy life, and lead The Pilgrim to the door, His sandals thonged for ministering, His forehead bright with lore. Oh, happy lovers, learn to serve, And crown your state with power, For Service is the peasant root, And Love the princely flower.
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