Headpiece Page 511A DOUBLE STARBY LEROY TITUS WEEKS
Headpiece Page 511
BY LEROY TITUS WEEKS
GIVE me Love’s password—fearless I’ll face God.Love spoke the word when bloomed the primal soul;It freed the Son of Man from Death’s control.All paths of life its happy feet have trod:Love dons the wooden shoe to moil and plod,It crowns Madonna with the aureole,By every hovel takes its golden toll,And walks the royal court in velvet shod.Two lovers be who drank pain to the leesYet o’er all lovers else exalted are;Twin luminaries in the heaven, these,In Love’s bright galaxy a double star:And when Love whispers softly—“Héloïse!”The firmament will echo—“Abélard!”
GIVE me Love’s password—fearless I’ll face God.Love spoke the word when bloomed the primal soul;It freed the Son of Man from Death’s control.All paths of life its happy feet have trod:Love dons the wooden shoe to moil and plod,It crowns Madonna with the aureole,By every hovel takes its golden toll,And walks the royal court in velvet shod.Two lovers be who drank pain to the leesYet o’er all lovers else exalted are;Twin luminaries in the heaven, these,In Love’s bright galaxy a double star:And when Love whispers softly—“Héloïse!”The firmament will echo—“Abélard!”
GIVE me Love’s password—fearless I’ll face God.Love spoke the word when bloomed the primal soul;It freed the Son of Man from Death’s control.All paths of life its happy feet have trod:Love dons the wooden shoe to moil and plod,It crowns Madonna with the aureole,By every hovel takes its golden toll,And walks the royal court in velvet shod.
GIVE me Love’s password—fearless I’ll face God.
Love spoke the word when bloomed the primal soul;
It freed the Son of Man from Death’s control.
All paths of life its happy feet have trod:
Love dons the wooden shoe to moil and plod,
It crowns Madonna with the aureole,
By every hovel takes its golden toll,
And walks the royal court in velvet shod.
Two lovers be who drank pain to the leesYet o’er all lovers else exalted are;Twin luminaries in the heaven, these,In Love’s bright galaxy a double star:And when Love whispers softly—“Héloïse!”The firmament will echo—“Abélard!”
Two lovers be who drank pain to the lees
Yet o’er all lovers else exalted are;
Twin luminaries in the heaven, these,
In Love’s bright galaxy a double star:
And when Love whispers softly—“Héloïse!”
The firmament will echo—“Abélard!”