They speak of love, yet little feel its sway, upon his works. 'Tis therefore I can dwell with man no more; Your fellowship, ye warblers! fuits me beft: Pure love has loft its price, though prized of yore, Profaned by modern tongues, and flighted as a jeft. My God, who form'd you for his praise alone, Yes, I will always love; and, as I ought, Why have I not a thousand thousand hearts, 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 difmifs'd-'tis then we live indeed In her embrace, death, only death is found: Come, then, one noble effort, and fucceed, Caft off the chain of felf with which thy foul is bound! Oh! I could cry, that all the world might hear, [own! your They hear me not.-Alas! how fond to rove 3. THE SWALLOW. AM fond of the swallow-I learn from her flight, Had I fkill to improve it, a leffon of love: How feldom on earth do we see her alight! She dwells in the fkies, fhe is ever above. It is on the wing that she takes her repose, She comes in the spring, all the summer she stays, fhun. Our light should be Love, and our nourishment prayer; It is dangerous food that we find upon earth; 'Tis rarely, if ever, fhe fettles below, And only when building a nest for her young; Let us leave it ourselves ('tis a mortal abode), 4. THE TRIUMPH OF HEAVENLY H! reign, wherever man is found, A thousand forrows pierce my foul, To think that all are not thine own: Thaw these of ice, and give us new! 5. A Figurative Defcription of THE PROCEDURE OF DIVINE LOVE, In bringing a Soul to the Point of Self-renunciation and abfolute Acquiefcence. WAS my purpose, on a day, As I climb'd the veffel's fide, Love was sporting in the tide; Launch into the boundless wafte." Many mariners were there, Having each his separate care; They that row'd us held their eyes Love, with power divine fupplied, Suddenly my courage tried; Ship and skies were out of fight; Did I with resentment burn Did I wish myself on shore, Never to forfake it more? No:-" My foul," I cried, " be still; If I must be loft, I will." Next he haften'd to convey Still, however, life was safe; Soon I saw him, with dismay, How I trembled then and fear'd, When my love had disappear'd! "Wilt thou leave me thus," I cried, "Whelm'd beneath the rolling tide?" Vain attempt to reach his ear! Love was gone, and would not hear. |