The Poetical Works of William Cowper

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated.1850 Excerpt: ... Not more in the sweet Than the bitter I meet My tender and merciful Lord. This faith, in the dark, Pursuing its mark, Through many sharp trials of love, Is the sorrowful waste That is to be pass'd. On the way to the Canaan above. THE NECESSITY OF SELF-ABASEMENT. Source of love, my brighter sun, Thou alone my comfort art; See, my race is almost run: Hast thou left this trembling heart 1 In my youth thy charming eyes Drew me from the ways of men; Then I drank unmingled joys; Frown of thine saw never then. Spouse of Christ was then my name; And, devoted all to thee, Strangely jealous I became, Jealous of this self in me. Thee to love, and none beside, Was my darling, sole employ; While alternately I died, Now of grief, and now of joy. Through the dark and silent night On thy radiant smiles I dwe