love poems for her

Love once and death chang'd weapons, and death took
Loves fiery dart, while Cupid got deaths hook
Love at the body, death at th'mind lets fly,
This makes old men to love, and young men dye.

Thy quiet goodness, spirit pure and brave
What boots it now with tears to tell?
The path to Rest lies thro' the Grave:
Loved Sister, take our long Farewell!

Dear father, thou hast left us here,
In this world of sorrow, pain and crime,
For thee w eshed the orphan's tear,
And God alone our wounds can bind.

Our love for thee can never die,
Thy memory we will e'er adore,
O, sainted one, watch from on high,
Till time shall cease and be no more.

Watch for the five thou hast left behind,
'Til death shall bring us all to thee,
Some day, I do not know the time,
We, too, must cross the mystic sea.

Somewhere beyond " the vale of tears, "

Heroines strong are we,
Sisters of Masons free,
Men of God's love;
Fighting for truth and right,
Walking in love's clear light,
Trusting for strength and might,
Our God above.

Being true, we can not fall,
He will uphold us all
With his strong arm;
Then let us march and pray,
Walk with Him day by day,
He'll safely lead the way,
Keep us from harm.

Heroines strong and bold,
Like heroines of old,
Rahab and Ruth,
We are a valiant band
Marchin gto glory land

1

Clymena still complains of me
And I of her complain too;
But would you know the cause, why we
This quarrel did attain to?
'Tis 'cause I am not true saies she,
And I say that again too.

2

I cannot choose but wonder why
This lovely toy doth blame me,
If my heart wears inconstancy;
It is but what became me
Since she was fickle why not I?

1

Prithee Caelia tell me, why
Thou fool'st away thy precious howers,
Beauty fades, and youth doth fly,
There's no trust to futurity
Time present's only in our powers.
She that her present joys doth defer,
Would love at the last, when none will love her,
And so proves her own Idolater.

2

Either love or say you will not,
For love or scorn's all one to me,
Diversion's pleasant, though it fill not;

1

Love, I must tell thee, I'l no longer be
A Victime to thy beardless Deity:
Nor shall this heart of mine,
Now 'tis return'd,
Be offered at thy shrine,
Or at thine Altar burn'd.
Love, like Religion's made an aiery name,
To awe those souls whom want of wit makes tame.

2

There's no such thing as Quiver, Shafts or Bow,
Nor does Love wound, but men imagine so
Or if it does perplex

1

Lady you'l wonder when you see
With those bright twins of eyes,
These ragged lines that crawle from me,
And note the contrarietie
That both in them and in their Authour lyes

2

I that came hither with a breast
Coated with Male about;
Proof 'gainst your beauty, and the rest,
And had no room for Love to nest,
Where reason lodgd within, and love kept out.

1

Mistake me not, I am not of that mind
To hate all woman kind;
Nor can you so my patience vex,
To make my Muse blaspheme your sex,
Nor with my Satyrs bite you;
Though there are some in your free-State,
Some things in you, who're Candidate,
That he who is, or loves himself, must hate;

When the days are long in May
I love the sweet song of distant birds,
And when I have left that place
I remember a distant love:
I am burdened and bowed down with desire,
So that neither song nor hawthorn flower
Pleases me more than icy winter.

I consider true the Lord
By whom I shall see this distant love;
But for one good thing that happens to me
I get two misfortunes, for she is so distant;
Ah! how I wish I were a pilgrim there,
So that my staff and my cloak
Might be seen by her beautiful eyes!