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She comes in the spring, all the summer she stays,
So, true to our Love, we should covet his rays,
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.
"Fis 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 .
Let us leave it ourselves ('tis a mortal abode,)
Let us fly the dark winter, and follow the road
THE TRIUMPH OF HEAVENLY LOVE DESIRE.'
Ah! reign, wherever man is found,
Then I am rich, and I abound,
A thousand sorrows pierce my soul,
Ah! be adored from pole to pole;
All hearts are cold, in every place,
Yet earthly good with warmth pursue:
Dissolve them with a flash of grace,
A FIGURATIVE DESCRIPTION OF THE PROCEDURE OF DIVINE LOVE
IN BRINGING A SOUL TO THE POINT OF SELF-RENUNCIATION AND ABSOLUTE
'twas my purpose on a day,
Many mariners were there,
Others steered, or turned the sails
Love, with power divine supplied,
Did I with resentment burn
At this unexpected turn?
Did I wish myself on shore,
Never to forsake it more?
No :—" My soul," I cried, "be stiit
If I must be lost, I will."
Next he hastened to convey
Still, however, life was safe;
Soon I saw him, with dismay,
How I trembled then and feared,
Ah! return, and love me still;
See me subj ect 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!
King and Lord, whom I adore,
Be 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 HIK BELOVED.
There's not an echo round me,
But I am glad should learn
The love with which I bum.
To what I would reveal;
And laugh at all I feel.
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!
My weakness and my fear,
Than I forget my pain,
I love as much again.
I fly to scenes romantic,
Where never men resort;
Impiety is sport;
They barter things above,
The joy of perfect love.
In this sequestered corner,
None hears what I express;
What peace do I possess!
Or roving o'er the wild,
And harmless as a child.
No troubles here surprise me;
I innocently play,
And guards me all the day:
Preserves me safely here,
Who fill a child with fear.
ASPIRATIONS OF THE SOUL AFTER GOD.
My Spouse! in whose presence I live,
Sole object of all my desires,
And canst easily double its fires;
From fear of adversity free,
Because 'tis assigned me by Thee.
Transported I see thee display
Thy riches and glory divine;
Take what I would gladly resign,
For thou art as faithful as strong;
Repose myself all the day long.
My spirits and faculties fail;
Oh, finish what love has begun!
And dwell in the soul thou hast won!
I cry who is worthy as thou!
I can only be silent and gaze:
Oh, glory in which I am lost,
Too deep for the plummet of thought;
I am swallowed, I sink into nought.
I chant to the praise of my king;
Am happy whenever I sing.
GRATITUDE AND LOVE TO GOD.
All are indebted much to thee,
But I far more than all,
And raised from many a fall.
What bonds of gratitude I feel
No language can declare;
'Tis more than I can bear:
Spirit of Charity, dispense
Thy grace to every heart;
Drive self from every part;
All selfish souls, whate'er they feign,
Have still a slavish lot;
Of Love, and feel it not.
Oh, blessedness, all bliss above,
Love only teaches what is Love;
We learn its name, but not its powers,
Experience only makes it ours.
HAPPY SOLITUDE-UNHAPPY MEN.
My heart is easy and my burden light;
I smile, though sad, when Thou art in my sight;