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Pain cannot move it, danger cannot scare;
29. WATCHING UNTO GOD IN THE
LEEP at last has fled these eyes,
heart is free and light.
Nature filent all around,
Interruption, all day long,
Undisturbid I muse all night
Life, with its perpetual stir, Proves a foe to Love and me; Fresh entanglements occurComes the night and sets me free. Never more, sweet Neep, suspend My enjoyments, always new : Leave me to possess my friend; Other
and hearts subdue.
Hush the world, that I
Sleep, self-lovers, is for
you ; — Souls that love celestial know Fairer scenes by night can view Than the sun could ever show.
30. ON THE SAME.
EASON of my purest pleasure,
Sealer of observing eyes !
When, in larger, freer measure, I can commune with the skies; While, beneath thy shade extended,
Weary man forgets his woes; I, my daily trouble ended,
Find, in watching, my repose.
Silence all around prevailing,
Nature hush'd in flumber sweet, No rude noise mine ears affailing,
Now my God and I can meet : Universal nature slumbers,
And my soul partakes the calm, Breathes her ardour out in numbers,
Plaintive song or lofty pfalm.
Now my passion, pure and holy,
Shines and burns without restraint; Which the day's fatigue and folly
Cause to languish, dim and faint: Charming hours of relaxation !
How I dread the ascending sun ! Surely, idle conversation
Is an evil, match'd by none.
I have ears for none but Love.
Hearing my absurd replies; I have neither art's fine polish,
Nor the knowledge of the wise. Simple souls, and unpolluted,
By conversing with the great,
To their dignity and state ;
Are but talents misapplied ;
Nothing human choose beside. 'Tis the secret fear of sinning
Checks my tongue, or I should say, When I see the night beginning,
I am glad of parting day; Love this gentle admonition Whispers soft within
breast; “ Choice befits not thy condition,
Acquiescence suits thee best.”
Night affords me I resign;
Wisdom infinite of mine : Wishing is but Inclination
Quarreling with thy decrees; Wayward nature finds the occasion
'Tis her folly and disease.
Night, with its sublime enjoyments,
Now no longer will I choose ; Nor the day with its employments,
Irksome as they seem, refuse; Leffons of a God's inspiring
Neither time nor place impedes ; From our wishing and desiring
Our unhappiness proceeds.
31. ON THE SAME.
IGHT! how I love thy silent shades,
My spirits they compose ;
soul pervades, In spite of all my woes. While sleep instils her poppy
In blest tranquillity.
His favour to my heart;