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They speak of love, yet little feel its sway,
While in their bosoms many an idol lurks ;
'Tis therefore I can dwell with man no more;
Your fellowship, ye warblers ! suits me best: Pure love has lost its price, though prized of yore,
Profaned by modern tongues, and slighted as a jest. My God, who form'd you for his praise alone, Beholds his
well fulfill'd in you ; Come, let us join the choir before his throne,
Partaking in his praise with spirits just and true! Yes, I will always love; and, as I ought, Tune to the praise of Love my
ceaseless voice; Preferring Love too vast for human thought,
In spite of erring men, who cavil at my choice. Why have I not a thousand thousand hearts,
Lord of my soul! that they might all be thine ? If thou approve,-the zeal thy smile imparts,
How should it ever fail ! can such a fire decline ?
Love pure and holy, is a deathless fire;
Its object heavenly, it must ever blaze: Eternal love a God must needs inspire,
When once he wins the heart, and fits it for his praise. Self-love dismiss'd,—'tis then we live indeed,
In her embrace, death, only death is found: Come, then, one noble effort, and succeed,
Cast off the chain of self with which thy soul is bound ! Oh! I could cry, that all the world might hear,
Ye self-tormentors, love your God alone; Let his unequall'd excellence be dear,
Dear to yourinmost souls, and make him all your own! They hear me not.—Alas ! how fond to rove
In endless chase of folly's specious lure ! 'Tis here alone, beneath this shady grove,
I taste the sweets of truth,—here only am secure.
I Am fond of the swallow ;-I learn from her flight,
Had I skill to improve it, a lesson of love : How seldom on earth do we see her alight!
She dwells in the skies, she is ever above.
It is on the wing that she takes her
repose, Suspended and poised in the regions of air ; 'Tis not in our fields that her sustenance grows,
It is wing'd like herself, 'tis ethereal fare.
She comes in the spring, all the summer she stays,
And, dreading the cold, still follows the sun ;So, true to our Love, we should covet his rays,
And the place where he shines not, immediately shun.
Our light should be Love, and our nourishment prayer ;
It is dangerous food that we find upon earth : The fruit of this world is beset with a snare,
In itself it is hurtful, as vile in its birth.
'Tis rarely, if ever, she settles below,
And only when building a nest for her young; Were it not for her brood, she would never bestow
A thought upon any thing filthy as dung.
To bask every moment in infinite Love;
That leads to the dayspring appearing above.
TRIUMPH OF HEAVENLY LOVE DESIRED.
Ah! reign, wherever man is found,
My Spouse, beloved and divine!
When every human heart is thine.
A thousand sorrows pierce my soul,
To think that all are not thine own :
Where is thy zeal ? arise; be known!
Yet earthly good with warmth pursue ;
Thaw these of ice, and give us new !
A FIGURATIVE DESCRIPTION
PROCEDURE OF DIVINE LOVE,
IN BRINGING A SOUL TO THE POINT OF SELF-RENUNCIATION
AND ABSOLUTE ACQUIESCENCE.
'Twas my purpose on a day,
Many mariners were there,
the starry skies;
Next he hasten'd to convey
rushes; bade the waves Yawn into a thousand
graves : Down I went, and sunk as lead, Ocean closing o'er my head. Still, however, life was safe ; And I saw him turn and laugh: “ Friend,” he cried, “ adieu ! lie low, While the wintry storms shall blow; When the spring has calm’d the main, You shall rise and float again.” Soon I saw him, with dismay, Spread his plumes and soar away ; Now I mark his rapid flight, Now he leaves my aching sight; He is gone whom I adore, 'Tis in vain to seek him more. How I trembled then and fear'd, When my love had disappear'd ! 6 Wilt thou leave me thus,” I cried, “ Whelm'd beneath the rolling tide ?" Vain attempt to reach his ear! Love was gone, and would not hear. Ah! return, and love me still ; See me subject to thy will ! Frown with wrath, or smile with grace, Only let me see thy face ! Evil I have none to fear, All is good, if Thou art near.