Be not angry; I resign, Though thine absence breaks my heart; All is right that thou wilt do. 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, But I am glad should learn, The rocks receive less proudly I speak to them of sadness, They bid me look for gladness, Far from all habitation, Big with the consolation, These sweet and sacred tidings, I fly to scenes romantic, For riot and confusion They barter things above; In this sequester'd corner, None hears what I express; I live as undesigning And harmless as a child. No troubles here surprise me, While Providence supplies me, VOL. II. My dear and kind defender Who fill a child with fear. ASPIRATIONS OF THE SOUL AFTER My Spouse! in whose presence I live, Transported I see thee display Take what I would gladly resign. 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! And dwell in the soul thou hast won! 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, And raised from many a fall. What bonds of gratitude I feel Spirit of charity, dispense Drive self from every part; Charity divine, draw nigh, Break the chains in which we lie! All selfish souls, whate'er they feign, Have still a slavish lot; They boast of liberty in vain, Of love, and feel it not. He whose bosom glows with thee, Oh blessedness, all bliss above, We learn its name, but not its powers, HAPPY SOLITUDE-UNHAPPY MEN. My heart is easy, and my burden light; I taste thy goodness, and I love thee more. There, while a solemn stillness reigns around, Faith, love, and hope within my soul abound; And, while the world suppose me lost in care, The joys of angels, unperceived, I share. Thy creatures wrong thee, O thou sovereign good! Thou art not loved, because not understood; This grieves me most, that vain pursuits beguile Ungrateful men, regardless of thy smile. Frail beauty and false honor are adored; LIVING WATER. THE fountain in its source, No drought of summer fears; |