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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;


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


lost estateHave I sinn'd? Oh 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 return'd to me and smiled :
Never strife shall more betide
"Twixt the bridegroom and his bride.



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 ;

My lot is sorrow,
My grief has no alloy;"
The rocks replied—“ To-morrow,

To-morrow brings thee joy."

I said,

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 ; 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.


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 !

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