The Eccentric Opera - All-over, Love lyrics

For 'twas not onely in my Heart, But like a God by pow'rful Art, 'Twas all in all, all in every Part. 'Tis well, 'tis well with them (say I) Whose short-liv'd Pa**ions with themselves can dye: For none can be unhappy, who 'Midst all his ills a time does know What ever parts of Me remain, Those parts will still the Love of thee retain; For 'twas not onely in my Heart, But like a God by pow'rful Art, Sweeter than roses, or cool evening breeze On a warm flowery shore was the dear kiss, First trembling made me freeze, Then shot like fire all over. What magic has victorious love; For all I touch or see Since that dear kiss, I hourly prove, All is love to me. Hereafter if one Dust of Mee Mixt with anothers substance be, 'Twill Leaven that whole Lump with Love of Thee. My' Affection no more perish can Then the First Matter that compounds a Man. Hereafter if one Dust of Mee Mixt with anothers substance be, Let Nature if she please disperse My Atoms all over the Universe, At the last they easi'ly shall Themselves know, and together call; Gentle murmurs, sweet complaining, Sighs that blow the fire of love Soft repulses, kind disdaining, Shall be all the pains you prove. What magic has victorious love; For all I touch or see Since that dear kiss, I hourly prove, All is love to me. Let Nature if she please disperse My Atoms all over the Universe, For thy Love, like a Mark, is stamp'd on all. Hereafter if one Dust of Mee Mixt with anothers substance be, 'Twill Leaven that whole Lump with Love of Thee. For 'twas not onely in my Heart, But like a God by pow'rful Art, 'Twas all in all, all in every Part.