All things I would give my love,
All things tender, caring, serving, true.
I would enwrap her in my loving arms
And shield her from all stress and pain.
I would enchant him with the vision bright
Of those rare gifts that are his deepest self.
and I would carry her on wings of joy
To all the heights the sould of man can know.
--Katharine Whiteside Taylor
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