Love thou art best of human joys - lyrics
Love, thou art best of Human Joys,
Our chiefest Happiness below,
All other Pleasures are but Toys;
Musick, without thee, is but Noise,
And Beauty but an empty Show.
Heav'n, who knew best what Man could move,
And raise his Thoughts above the Brute,
Said, Let him be, and let him love,
That must alone his Soul improve,
Howe'er Philosophers dispute.