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And wilt Thou leave me, whom, when lost and blind,
Thou didst distinguish and vouchsafe to chuse,
While yet the world had all my thoughts and views ?
I make Thy glory my supreme delight;
A faithful soul to perish from Thy sight?
Is it to prove me, if my heart be true ?
To draw, and place its picture in Thy view.
So given to Thee, that it is not my own;
And loves, and seeks Thee, for Thyself alone.
Pleasure and wealth, in its esteem, are dust;
Its tenderest feelings, and avows Thee just.
An undivided offering at Thy shrine;
Thy glory, with no secret bent to mine.
To slight me, thus devoted and thus fixed ?
From all self-bias, generous and unmixed.
And fear, with cause, that I am self-deceived ;
And that I love seems not to be believed.
My last, least offering, I present Thee now ;-
Slay me, my God, and I applaud the blow.
LOVE FAITHFUL IN THE ABSENCE OF THE BELOVED.
IN vain ye woo me to your harmless joys,
In vain He leaves me, I shall love Him still ;
WATCHING UNTO GOD IN THE NIGHT SEASON.
SLEEP at last has fled these eyes,
Nor do I regret his flight; More alert my spirits rise,
And my heart is free and light. · Nature silent all around,
Not a single witness near ; God as soon as sought is found,
And the Name of love burns clear. Interruption, all day long,
Checks the current of my joys ; Creatures press me with a throng,
And perplex me with their noise. Undisturbed I muse all night
On the first Eternal Fair ; Nothing there obstructs delight,
Love is renovated there. Life, with its perpetual stir,
Proves a foe to Love and me ;
Fresh entanglements occur,
Comes the night, and sets me free. Never more, sweet sleep, suspend
My enjoyments, always new : Leave me to possess my friend;
Other eyes and hearts subdue. Hush the world, that I may wake
To the taste of pure delights; Oh the pleasures I partake,
God the partner of my nights ! David, for the selfsame cause,
Night preferred to busy day : Hearts whom heavenly beauty draws
Wish the glaring sun away. Sleep, self-lovers, is for you ;
Souls, that love celestial know, Fairer scenes by night can view
Than the sun can ever show.
ON THE SAME.
SEASON of my purest pleasure,
Sealer of observing eyes ! When, in larger, freer measure,
I can commune with the skies ; While, beneath thy shade extended,
Weary man forgets his woes, I, my daily trouble ended,
Find, in watching, my repose. Silence all around prevailing,
Nature hushed in slumber sweet, No rude noise mine ears assailing,
Now my God and I can meet :
| Universal nature slumbers,
And my soul partakes the calm, Breathes her ardour out in numbers,
Plaintive song or losty psalm. Now my passion, pure and holy,
Shines and burns without restraint, Which the day's fatigue and folly
Cause to languish, dim and faint : Charming hours of relaxation !
How I dread the ascending sun ! Surely idle conversation
Is an evil, matched by none.
Love this gentle admonition
Whispers soft within my breast ; “ Choice befits not thy condition,
“ Acquiescence suits thee best.”
Worldly prate and babble hurt me;
Unintelligible prove ;
I have ears for none but Love.
Hearing my absurd replies; I have neither art's fine polish
Nor the knowledge of the wise. Simple souls, and unpolluted
By conversing with the great,
To their dignity and state ;
Are but talents misapplied ;
Nothing human chuse beside. 'Tis the secret fear of sinning
Checks my tongue, or I should say, When I see the night beginning,
I am glad of parting day :
Henceforth, the repose and pleasure
Night affords me I resign; And Thy will shall be the measure,
Wisdom Infinite! of mine : Wishing is but inclination
Quarrelling with Thy decrees ; Wayward nature finds the occasion,
'Tis her folly and disease. Night, with its sublime enjoyments,
Now no longer will I. chuse; Nor the day, with its employments,
Irksome as they seem, refuse: Lessons of a God's inspiring
Neither time nor place impedes ; From our wishing and desiring
Our unhappiness proceeds.
ON THE SAME.
Night! how I love thy silent shades,
My spirits they compose ;
In spite of all my woes.
In every slumbering eye,
In blest tranquillity.
His favour to my heart ;
Though most divinely filled With all the ineffable content
That Deity can yield. His purpose and His course he keeps ;
Treads all my reasonings down; Commands me out of nature's deeps,
And hides me in His own. When in the dust, its proper place,
Our pride of heart we lay,
'Tis then a deluge of His grace
Bears all our sins away. Thou whom I serve, and whose I am,
Whose influence from on high
And makes my fetters fly ;
Who thwarts Thy gracious power ; Crushed under sin's enormous weight,
Increasing every hour!
How luminous and clear ;
Lest Thou shouldst disappear.
In this secure recess ;
My joy shall not be less :
But if Thou deign to make
Ah, keep my heart awake!
THE JOY OF THE CROSS.
The Cross ! oh, ravishment and bliss,How grateful even its anguish is,
Its bitterness how sweet! There every sense, and all the mind, In all her faculties refined,
Tastes happiness complete.
Their dignity secure ;
Is delicate and pure.
LONG plunged in sorrow, I resign
Without reserve or fear ;
Transform the falling tear.
I have no other store ;
I ask Thee nothing more.
And I Thy sovereign will,
And doomed to suffer still.
A never-failing friend;
Let sorrow still attend !
And though, where'er she goes, Thorns spring spontaneous at her feet, I love her, and extract a sweet
From all my bitter woes.
I taste no sweets in you;
And Jesus thought so too.
Self-love no grace in sorrow sees,
'Tis all the bliss she knows : But nobler aims true Love employ; In self-denial is her joy,
In suffering her repose. Sorrow and Love go side by side: Nor height nor depth can e'er divide
Their heaven-appointed bands ; Those dear associates still are one, Nor till the race of life is run Disjoin their wedded hands.
Jesus, avenger of our fall,
The Cross hast ever borne !
And sloth and ease Thy scorn !
Which must for ever blaze!
My portion and my praise.
JOY IN MARTYRDOM. Sweet tenants of this grove,
These echoing shades return Who sing, without design,
Full many a note of ours, A song of artless love,
That wise ones cannot learn in unison with mine :
With all their boasted powers.
SOURCE of Love, my brighter Sun,
Thou alone my comfort art; See, my race is almost run;
Hast Thou left this trembling heart? In my youth Thy charming eyes
Drew me from the ways of men ; Then I drank unmingled joys ;
Frown of Thine saw never then. Spouse of Christ was then my name ;
And devoted all to Thee, Strangely jealous, I became
Jealous of this self in me. Thee to love, and none beside,
Was my darling, sole employ ; While alternately I died,
Now of grief, and now of joy.
Through the dark and silent night
On Thy radiant smiles I dwelt ; And to see the dawning light
Was the keenest pain I felt. Thou my gracious teacher wert ;
And Thine eye, so close applied, While it watched thy pupil's heart,
Seemed to look at none beside. Conscious of no evil drift,
This, I cried, is love indeed !'Tis the Giver, not the gift,
Whence the joys I feel proceed. But soon humbled, and laid low,
Stript of all Thou hast conferred, Nothing left but sin and woe,
I perceived how I had erred.