Love, true love, grows and deepens with time. Husband and wife, who are married indeed, live "By each other, till to love and live Be one." [20] For does it end with life. A mother's love knows no bounds. "They err who tell us Love can die, With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell; Earthly these passions of the Earth; They perish where they have their birth, But Love is indestructible; Its holy flame forever burneth, From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth; Too oft on Earth a troubled guest, At times deceived, at times opprest, It here is tried and purified, Then hath in Heaven its perfect rest: It soweth here with toil and care, But the harvest time of Love is there. "The mother when she meets on high The Babe she lost in infancy, Hath she not then, for pains and fears, The day of woe, the watchful night, For all her sorrow, all her tears, An over-payment of delight?" [21] As life wears on the love of husband or wife, of friends and of children, becomes the great solace and delight of age. The one recalls the past, the other gives interest to the future; and in our children, it has been truly said, we live our lives again. [1] _Filicaja_. Translated by Leigh Hunt. [2] Not from passion itself. [3] Pope. [4] Wordsworth. [5] Browne. [6] Malory, _Morte d' Arthur_. [7] I avail myself of Dr. Jowett's translation. [8] Burns. [9] Malory, _Morte d' Arthur_. [10] Symonds. [11] Scott. [12] Scott. [13] Trench. [14] Lovelace. [15] Moore. [16] Tennyson. [17] Wordsworth. [18] Bondi. Tr. by Glassfors. [19] Tennyson. [20] Swinburne. [21] Southey. CHAPTER V. ART. "High art consists neither in altering, nor in improving nature; but in seeking throughout nature for 'whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are pure;' in loving these, in displaying to the utmost of the painter's power such loveliness as is in them, and directing the thoughts of others to them by winning art, or gentle emphasis. Art (caeteris paribus) is great in exact proportion to the love of beauty shown by the painter, provided that love of beauty forfeit no atom of truth."--RUSKIN. CHAPTER V. ART.