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.

"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 .
A thought upon any thing filthy as dung.

Let us leave it ourselves ('tis a mortal abode,)
To bask every moment in infinite Love;

Let us fly the dark winter, and follow the road
That leads to the dayspring appearing above.


Ah! reign, wherever man is found,
My Spouse, beloved and divine!

Then I am rich, and I abound,
When every human heart is thine.

A thousand sorrows pierce my soul,
To think that all are not thine own:

Ah! be adored from pole to pole;
Where is thy zeal? arise; be known!

All hearts are cold, in every place,

Yet earthly good with warmth pursue:

Dissolve them with a flash of grace,
Thaw these of ice, and give us new!



'twas my purpose on a day,
To embark and sail away;
As I climbed 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,
Having each his separate care;
They that rowed us held their eyes
F xed upon the starry skies;

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Others steered, or turned the sails
To receive the shifting gales.

Love, with power divine supplied,
Suddenly my courage tried;
In a moment it was night,
Ship and skies were out of sight;
On the briny wave I lay,
Floating rushes all my stay.

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
Both my frail supports away;
Seized my 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 lov*
While the wintry storms shall blow;
When the spring has calmed the maift
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 feared,
When my love had disappeared!
"Wilt thou leave me thus," I cried,
"Whelmed 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 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!
Leaves me in my lost estate!
Have I sinned? Oh, say wherein?
Tell me, and forgive my sin!

King and Lord, whom I adore,
Shall I see thy face no more?

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,
He was now no more offended;
Soon as I became a child,
Love returned to me and smiled:
Never strife shall more betide
'Twixt the Bridegroom and his Bride,


There's not an echo round me,

But I am glad should learn
How pure a fire has found me,

The love with which I bum.
For none attends with pleasure

To what I would reveal;
They slight me out of measure,

And laugh at all I feel.

The rocks receive less proudly

The story of my flame;
When I approach, they loudly

Reverberate his name.
I speak to them of sadness,

And comforts at a stand;
They bid me look for gladness,

And better days at hand.

Far from all habitation,

I heard a happy sound,
Big with the consolation,

That I have often found ,
I said, "My lot is sorrow,

My grief has no alloy;"
The rocks replied—"To-morrcw,

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 then)

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 sequestered corner,

None hears what I express;
Delivered 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:
My dear and kind defender

Preserves me safely here,
From men of pomp and splendour,

Who fill a child with fear.


My Spouse! in whose presence I live,

Sole object of all my desires,
Who know'st what a flame I conceive,

And canst easily double its fires;
How pleasant is all that I meet!

From fear of adversity free,
I find even sorrow made sweet;

Because 'tis assigned me by Thee.

Transported I see thee display

Thy riches and glory divine;
I have only my li fe to repay,

Take what I would gladly resign,
Thy will is the treasure I seek,

For thou art as faithful as strong;
There let me obedient and meek,

Repose myself all the day long.

My spirits and faculties fail;

Oh, finish what love has begun!
Destroy what is sinful and frail,

And dwell in the soul thou hast won!
Dear theme of my wonder and praise,

I cry who is worthy as thou!

I can only be silent and gaze:
'Tis all that is left to me now.

Oh, glory in which I am lost,

Too deep for the plummet of thought;
On an ocean of Deity tossed,

I am swallowed, I sink into nought.
Yet lost and absorbed as I seem,

I chant to the praise of my king;
And, though overwhelmed by the theme,

Am happy whenever I sing.


All are indebted much to thee,

But I far more than all,
From many a deadly snare set free,

And raised from many a fall.
Overwhelm me, from above,
Daily, with thy boundless love'

What bonds of gratitude I feel

No language can declare;
Beneath the oppressive weight I reel,

'Tis more than I can bear:
When shall I that blessing prove,
T® return thee Love for Love?

Spirit of Charity, dispense

Thy grace to every heart;
Expel all other spirits thence,

Drive self from every part;
Charity divine, draw nigh,
Break the chains in which we lie!

All selfish souls, whate'er they feign,

Have still a slavish lot;
They boast of liberty in vain,

Of Love, and feel it not.
He whose bosom glows with Thee,
He, and he alone, is free.

Oh, blessedness, all bliss above,
When thy pure fires prevail I

Love only teaches what is Love;
HA other lessons fail:

We learn its name, but not its powers,

Experience only makes it ours.


My heart is easy and my burden light;

I smile, though sad, when Thou art in my sight;

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