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Yet he leaves me,-cruel fate!
Be not angry; I resign,
This was just what Love intended,
Love return'd to me and smiled:
A CHILD OF GOD
LONGING TO SEE HIM BELOVED.
THERE'S not an echo round me,
The love with which I burn.
To what I would reveal;
The rocks receive less proudly
I heard a happy sound,
That 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 secret tidings,
My weakness and my fear,
Than I forget my pain, And happy to believe them, 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 sequester'd corner,
What peace do I possess !
And harmless as a child.
No troubles here surprise me;
Preserves me safely here,
ASPIRATIONS OF THE SOUL AFTER GOD.
My Spouse in whose presence I live,
Who know'st what a flame I conceive,
From fear of adversity free,
Transported I see thee display
Thy riches and glory divine;
Thy will is the treasure I seek,
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! 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 toss'd,
I am swallow'd, I sink into nought. Yet lost and absorb'd as I seem,
I chant to the praise of my king; And, though overwhelm'd by the theme, Am happy whenever I sing.
GRATITUDE AND LOVE TO GOD.
ALL are indebted much to thee,
From many a deadly snare set free,
What bonds of gratitude I feel
Spirit of Charity, dispense
Thy grace to every heart; Expel all other spirits thence,
Drive self from every part;
All selfish souls, whate'er they feign, Have still a slavish lot;
They boast of liberty in vain,
Oh blessedness, all bliss above,
We learn its name, but not its powers, Experience only makes it ours.