'T is rarely, if ever, she settles below,

And only when building a nest for her young: Were it not for her brood, she would never bestow A thought upon anything filthy as dung.

Let us leave it ourselves, ('tis a mortal abode),
To bask ev'ry moment in infinite love;
Let us fly the dark winter, and follow the road,,
That leads to the day-spring appearing above.

THE

TRIUMPH OF HEAVENLY LOVE DESIRED.

Ah! reign, whatever man is found,
My Spouse, beloved and divine!

Then I am rich, and I abound,

When ev'ry human heart is thine.

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A thousand sorrows pierce my soul,
To think that all are not thine own:
Ah! be adored from pole to pole ;
Where is thy zeal? arise; be known!

All hearts are cold, in ev'ry place,
Yet earthly good with warmth pursue;
Dissolve them with a flash of grace,

Thaw these of ice, and give us new!

A FIGURATIVE DESCRIPTION OF

THE PROCEDURE OF DIVINE LOVE.

'Twas my purpose, on a day,
To embark, and sail away:
As I climbed the vessel's side,

Love was sporting in the tide ;

"Come," he said," ascend-make haste,

Launch into the boundless waste."

Many mariners were there,
Having each his sep'rate care;
They that row'd us, held their eyes
Fix'd upon the starry skies;
Others steer'd, or turn'd the sails
To receive the shifting gales.

Love, with pow'r divine supplied,
Suddenly my courage tried;
In a moment it was night,
Ship and skies were out of sight;
On the briny wave I lay,
Floating rushes all my stay.

Did I with resentment burn
At this unexpected turn?
Did I wish myself on shore,
Never to forsake it more?

No-" My soul," I cried, "be still;
If I must be lost, I will."

Next, he hasten'd to convey
Both my frail supports away;
Seiz'd my rushes; bade the waves
Yawn into a thousand graves:
Down I went, and sunk as lead,
Ocean closing o'er my head.

Still, however, life was safe:
And I saw him turn and laugh;
"Friend," he cried, "adieu! lie low,
While the wintry storms shall blow;
When the spring has calm'd the main,
You shall rise and float again."

Soon I saw him, with dismay,

Spread his plumes and soar away;
Now I mark his rapid flight;
Now he leaves my aching sight;

He is gone whom I adore,

'Tis in vain to seek him more.

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.

Ah! return, and love me still ;
See me subject to thy will;

Frown with wrath, or smile with grace,

Only let me see 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 sinn'd? O say wherein;
Tell me, and forgive my sin!
King, and Lord, whom I adore,
Shall I see thy face no more ?

Be not angry; I resign,
Henceforth, all my will to thine;
I consent that thou depart,

Though thine absence 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 returned to me and smil'd:

Never strife shall more betide

'Twixt the Bridegroom and his Bride.

A CHILD OF GOD LONGING TO SEE HIM BELOVED

There's not an Echo round me,

But I am glad should learn,
How pure a fire has found me,—
The love with which 1 burn.
For none attends with pleasure,
To what I would reveal;
They slight 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 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 chiding,
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.

1 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 ;
Deliver'd from the scorner,
What peace do I possess !
Beneath the boughs reclining,
Or roving o'er the wild,
I live, as undesigning,

And harmless as a child.

No troubles here surprise me,

I innocently play,

While Providence supplies me,
And guards me all the day:
My dear and kind Defender
Preserves me safely here,
From men of pomp and splendour,
Who fill a child with fear.

ASPIRATION OF THE SOUL AFTER GOD.

My Spouse! in whose presence I live,
Sole object of all my desires,

Who know'st what a flame I conceive,
And canst easily double its fires;
How pleasant is all that I meet i
From fear of adversity free,

I find even sorrow made sweet;
Because 'tis assign'd me by Thee,

Transported I see thee display

Thy riches and glory divine;
I have only my life to repay,
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 chaunt to the praise of my King; And though overwhelm'd by the theme, Am happy whenever I sing.