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Translations from the French of Madame
De La Mothe Guyon.
LOVE FAITHFUL IN THE ABSENCE OF THE
THE ENTIRE SURRENDER.
EACE has unveil'd her smiling face,
And woos thy soul to her embrace,
Renounce all strength but strength divine, And peace
shall be for ever thine : Behold the path which I have trod, My path, till I go home to God.
THE PERFECT SACRIFICE.
PLACE an offering at Thy shrine.
Simple and pure in its design,
Of all that I hold dear.
Thy gifts which I most prize ;
The notice of Thine eyes.
That blessing be denied ;
My every wish subside.
Exalted or cast down ;
And even in Thy frown.
WATCHING UNTO GOD IN THE NIGHT SEASON.
LEEP at last has fled these eyes,
Nor do I regret his flight,
And my heart is free and light.
Not a single witness near;
And the flame of love burns clear.
Checks the current of my joys ;
And perplex me with their noise.
On the first Eternal Fair;
Love is renovated there.
Life, with its perpetual stir,
Proves a foe to love and me ;
Comes the night and sets me free.
My enjoyments, always new :
Other eyes and hearts subdue.
To the taste of pure delights ;
God, the partner of my nights !
David, for the selfsame cause,
Night preferr'd 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 could ever show.
THE JOY OF THE CROSS.
ONG plunged in sorrow, I resign
My soul to that dear hand of Thine, Without reserve or fear ; That hand shall wipe my streanıing eyes ; Or into smiles of glad surprise
Transform the falling tear.
My sole possession is Thy love ;
I have no other store :
I ask Thee nothing more.
My rapid hours pursue the course
And I Thy sovereign will,
And doomed to suffer still.
By Thy command, where'er I stray
A never-failing friend ;
Let sorrow still attend !
It cost me no regret, that she,
And though, where'er she goes, Thorns spring spontaneous at her feet, I love her, and extract a sweet
From all my bitter woes.
Adieu ! ye vain delights of earth,
I taste no sweets in you;
And Jesus thought so too.
The cross! Oh ravishment and bliss-
Its bitterness how sweet!
Tastes happiness complete.
Souls, once enabled to disdain
Their dignity secure ;