Ah! return, and love me ftill;

See me subject to thy will;

Frown with wrath, or smile with grace, Only let me fee 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 finn'd? Oh, fay wherein;
Tell me, and forgive my fin;
King, and Lord, whom I adore,
Shall I fee thy face no more?

Be not angry; I refign,
Henceforth, all my will to thine:
I consent that thou depart,
Though thine abfence 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 ftrife shall more betide

'Twixt the Bridegroom and his Bride.

6. A CHILD OF GOD LONGING TO

SEE HIM BELOVED.

HERE'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 flight 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 found;
Big with the confolation,
That I have often found;
I faid, 66
My lot is forrow,

My grief has no alloy;"

The rocks replied-" To-morrow,
To-morrow brings thee joy."

These sweet and fecret tidings,
What blifs it is to hear!
For, fpite of all my chidings,
My weakness, and my fear,
No fooner I receive them,
Than I forget my pain,
And, happy to believe them,
I love as much again.

I fly to scenes romantic,
Where never men refort;
For in an age fo frantic
Impiety is sport.

For riot and confufion

They barter things above; Condemning, as delufion, The joy of perfect love.

In this fequefter'd corner,

None hears what I exprefs; Deliver'd from the fcorner, What peace do I poffefs! Beneath the boughs reclining Or roving o'er the wild,

I live as undefigning

And harmless as a child.

No troubles here surprise me,

I innocently play,

While Providence fupplies me, And guards me all the day:

My dear and kind defender

Preferves me fafely here,

From men of pomp and fplendour,

Who fill a child with fear.

7. ASPIRATIONS OF THE SOUL
AFTER GOD.

Y Spouse! in whofe prefence I live,
Sole object of all my defires,

Who know'ft what a flame I conceive,

And canft easily double its fires;

How pleasant is all that I meet!
From fear of adverfity free,
I find even forrow made sweet;
Because 'tis affign'd me by Thee.

Transported I fee thee display

Thy riches and glory divine;
I have only my life to repay,
Take what I would gladly refign.
Thy will is the treasure I feek,

For thou art as faithful as ftrong;
There let me, obedient and meek,
Repose myself all the day long.

My fpirit and faculties fail;

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

And dwell in the foul thou haft won!

Dear theme of my wonder and praise,

I cry, who is worthy as Thou! I can only be filent 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 tofs'd,

I am swallow'd, I fink into nought.
Yet, loft and abforb'd as I feem,

I chant to the praise of my King;
And, though overwhelm'd by the theme,
Am happy whenever I fing.

8. GRATITUDE AND LOVE TO GOD.

LL are indebted much to thee,

But I far more than all,

From many a deadly fnare fet 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 oppreffive weight I reel,
'Tis more than I can bear:
When shall I that bleffing prove,

To return thee Love for Love?