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When God felt His supreme delight, The human heart He molded And for eternal memory His love in it He folded.

And as He gazed upon the heart With eyes divine, forseeing, He wept, for He was overjoyed To see the blissful being.

But as He wept, one of His tears, Unnoticed, the heart entered, As dew falls in a flower cup, And near the bottom centered.

That is why love is a great grief, But grief so sweet and charming That pitied must be all the hearts That have escaped its harming.

That is why love is half of bliss And half of grief a token, But if the tear swells to a wave, Then some heart may be broken.