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 forever 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 return'd to me and smiled:
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 I 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 sacred 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;
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:
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VOL. II.

My dear and kind defender
Preserves me safely here,
From men of pomp and splendor,

Who fill a child with fear.

ASPIRATIONS 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!
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 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,

From many a deadly snare set free,

And raised from many a fall.
Overwhelm me, from above,
Daily, with thy boundless love.

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;
Expel all other spirits thence,

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,
He, and he alone, is free.

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.

HAPPY SOLITUDE-UNHAPPY MEN.

My heart is easy, and my burden light;
I smile, though sad, when thou art in my sight:
The more my woes in secret I deplore,

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;
While thee they scorn, and trifle with thy word;
Pass, unconcern'd, a Saviour's sorrow by;
And hunt their ruin with a zeal to die.

LIVING WATER.

THE fountain in its source,

No drought of summer fears;
The farther it pursues its course,
The nobler it appears.