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A FIGURATIVE DESCRIPTION OF THE PROCEDURE OF DIVINE LOVE,
IN BRINGING A SOUL TO THE POINT OF SELF-RENUNCIATION AND ABSOLUTE ACQUIESCENCE.
'twas my purpose, on a day,
To embark, and sail away;
As I climb'd the vessel's side,
Love was sporting in the tide;
"Come," he said,—" ascend—make haste,
Launch into the boundless waste."
Many mariners were there,
Love, with power divine supplied,
Did I with resentment burn
Did I wish myself on shore,
Next he hasten'd to convey
Still, however, life was safe;
Soon I saw him, with dismay,
How I trembled then and fear'd,
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.
Yet he leaves me—cruel fate i
But not angry; I resign,
Henceforth, all my will to thine:
I consent that thou depart,
Though thine absence breaks my heart;
Go, then, and for ever too;
All is right that thou wilt do.
This was just what Love intended,
A CHILD OF GOD LONGING TO SEE HIM
There's not an echo round me, But I am glad should learn,
The love with which I burn.
The rocks receive less proudly
The story of my flame;
Reverberate his name.
And comforts at a stand;
And better days at hand.
Far from all habitation,
I heard a happy sound;
That I have often found;
My grief has no alloy;"
To-morrow brings thee joy."
These sweet and secret tidings,
What bliss it is to hear! For, spite of all my chidings,
My weakness, and my fear, No sooner I receive them,
Than I forget my pain, And, happy to believe them,
I love as much again.
I fly to scenes romantic,
Where never men resort; For in an age so frantic
Impiety is sport. For riot and confusion
They barter things above; Condemning, as delusion,
The joy of perfect love.
In this sequester'd corner,
None hears what I express; Deliver'd from the scorner,
What peace do I possess! Beneath the boughs reclining
Or roving o'er the wild, I live as undesigning
And harmless as a child.
No troubles here surprise me,
I innocently play, While Providence supplies me,
And guards me all the day: