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They speak of love, yet little feel its sway,
While in their bosom many an idol lurks;
Their base desires, well satisfied, obey,
Leave the Creator's hand, and lean upon his works.

'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*. alone,
Beholds his purpose well fulfill'd in you;
Come, let us join the choir before his throne,

fartaking 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 o.; zealthy 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 your inmost souls, and make him all your own!

They hear me not—alas! how fond to rove
In endless chase of folly's specious lure l
'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 belove, 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 anything 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 o
Where is thy zeal! arise; be known!

All hearts are cold, in every place,
Yet earthly good with warmth pursue;

Dissokwe 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 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,
Having each his separate care;
They that row'd us held their eyes
Fix’d upon the starry skies;
Qthers steer'd, or turn'd the sails,
To receive the shifting gales.

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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!

# I have none to fear,
All is good, if thou art near.

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Be not angry; I resign,
Henceforth, all my will to thine:
I consent that thou .
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 return'd 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 burn.
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,
*. 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,
i. I have often found.
I said, “My lot is sorrow,
My grief has no alloy;”
The rocks replied—“To-morrow,
To-morrow brings thee joy.”

These sweet and sacred 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 o to scenes romantic,
here 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 o: me,
And guards me all the day:
M. dear and kind defender
reserves 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 I
How pleasant is all that I meet !
From fear of adversity free,
I find even sorrow made sweet;
Because ’tis assign'd me by thee.

Transported I see thee display
Thy riches and glory divine;
I have only my life to repay,
Take what I would gladly resign.
Thy will is the treasure I seek,
or thou art as faithful as strong;
There let me, obedient and meek,
Repose myself all the day long.

My spirit and faculties fail;
Oh, finish what love has begun:
Destroy what is sinful and frail,
And dwell in the soul thou hast won 1
Dear theme of my wonder and **.
I cry, who is worthy as thou
I can only be silent and gazel
'Tis all that is left to me now.

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