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Yet he leaves me,-cruel fate!
Be not angry; I resign,
This was just what Love intended,
A CHILD OF GOD
LONGING TO SEE HIM BELOVED.
But I am glad should learn
The love with which I burn.
To what I would reveal;
And laugh at all I feel.
The rocks receive less proudly
The story of my flame;
Reverberate his name.
And comforts at a stand;
And better days at hand. Far from all habitation,
I heard a happy sound, Big with the consolation,
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,
What bliss it is to hear! For, spite of all my chidings,
My weakness and my fear, No sooner 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 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,
None hears what I express;
What peace do I possess !
Or roving o'er the wild,
And harmless as a child.
I innocently play,
And guards me all the day :
Preserves me safely here,
Who fill a child with fear.
ASPIRATIONS OF THE SOUL AFTER GOD.
Sole object of all my desires,
And canst easily double its fires ;
From fear of adversity free,
Because 'tis assign'd me by Thee.
Thy riches and glory divine;
Take what I would gladly resign.
Thy will is the treasure I seek,
For thou art as faithful as strong ; There let me obedient and meek,
Repose myself all the day long.
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,
But I far more than all,
And raised from many a fall.
What bonds of gratitude I feel
No language can declare ; Beneath the oppressive weight I reel,
'Tis more than I can bear : When shall I that blessing prove, To return thee Love for Love?
Spirit of Charity, dispense
Thy grace to every heart;
Drive self from every part ;
All selfish souls, whate'er they feign,
Have still a slavish lot;
Of Love, and feel it not.
Oh blessedness, all bliss above,
When thy pure fires prevail ! Love only teaches what is Love;
All other lessons fail: We learn its name, but not its powers, Experience only makes it ours.