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Did I wish myself on shore,
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 ;
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,
A CHILD OF GOD LONGING TO SEE HIM
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;
And laugh at all I feel.
The story of my flame;
Reverberate his name.
And comforts at a stand ;
And better days at hand.
I heard a happy sound;
My lot is sorrow,
To-morrow brings thee joy."
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,
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,
And canst easily double its fires ;
From fear of adversity free,
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 !