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A song of glory to triumphant love!”
                                
                                
                                
                                
                            
                                        
                                        Falk, Act III 
Love's Comedy (1862) 
Context: I feel myself like God's lost prodigal;
I left Him for the world's delusive charms.
With mild reproof He wooed me to his arms;
And when I come, He lights the vaulted hall,
Prepares a banquet for the son restored,
And makes His noblest creature my reward.
From this time forth I'll never leave that Light, —
But stand its armed defender in the fight;
Nothing shall part us, and our life shall prove
A song of glory to triumphant love!
                                    
 
        
     
                             
                             
                             
                             
                             
                             
                            