<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384477" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Love Much</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love much. Earth has enough of bitter in it.<br> Cast sweets into its cup whene’er you can.<br>No heart so hard, but love at last may win it.<br>Love is the great primæval cause of man.<br>All hate is foreign to the first great plan.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love much. Your heart will be led out to slaughter, <br> On altars built of envy and deciet.<br>Love on, love on! ‘tis bread upon the water; <br> It shall be cast in loaves yet at your feet, <br> Unleavened manna, most divinely sweet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love much. Your faith will be dethroned and shaken, <br> Your trust betrayed by many a fair, false lure.<br>Remount your faith, and let new trusts awaken.<br> Though clouds obscure them, yet the stars are pure; <br> Love is a vital force and must endure.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love much. Men’s souls contract with cold suspicion; <br> Shine on them with warm love, and they expand.<br>‘Tis love, not creeds, that from a low condition<br> Leads mankind up to heights supreme and grand.<br> Oh that the world could see and understand! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love much. There is no waste in freely giving; <br> More blessed is it, even, than to receive.<br>He who loves much alone finds life worth living: <br> Love on, through doubt and darkness; and believe<br> There is no thing which Love may not achieve.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ella+Wheeler+Wilcox">Ella Wheeler Wilcox</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384477" data-title="Love Much de Ella Wheeler Wilcox" data-description="Love much. Earth has enough of bitter in it. Cast sweets into its cup whene’er you can. No heart so hard, but love at last may win it. Love is the great primæval cause of man. All hate is foreign to the first great plan. Love much. Your heart..."></div> </div> </div>

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