If love lives through all life; and survives through all sorrow; and remains steadfast with us through all changes; and in all darkness of spirit burns brightly; and, if we die, deplores us for ever, and loves still equally; and exists with the very last gasp and throb of the faithful bosom-whence it passes with the pure soul, beyond death; surely it shall be immortal?

Source:Chapter XLV. A Stag of Ten
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