love poetry

In the tree the sap, in the earth the bursting seed,
In laughter keynotes of grief, in sorrow veins pulsing with joy,
In the passing the eternal, in the eternal the passing,
Ever in things hearts of things
In you are lives more than lives of great cities,
In you are crowding populations asking that you give them freedom,
In you are tragedies every day and gentle love-dreams filling the skies with light,
I reach for them with open heart:
O they come to me, I am filled!

ON THE DEATH OF A FRIEND .

" Another , and another still succeeds! "
And one by one are from us call'd away,
Friends — valued, loved, and cherish'd many a day,
For noble thoughts and honourable deeds.
Yet reckon not that we have leant on reeds,
Which broke to pierce us, when, without dismay,
In such we have reposed that trust and stay
For which, e'en from the grave, their virtue pleads.

Go spread the joyful tidings
Of his love, of his love,
Tell the nations o'er the waters
Of his love, of his love.
Oh, the precious story! be mine the glory!
To sound the blessed tidings of redeeming love.
Tell those who mourn in darkness
Of his love, of his love,
And repeat the blessed promise
Of his love, of his love.
Oh, the precious story! replete with glory!
Ring out the blessed tidings of redeeming love
The light is breaking,
Jesus comes, Jesus comes,
The light is breaking,

Ah ye mighty caves of the sea, there pushed onward,
In windful waves, of volumes flow
Through rhines. There Bacchus, Venus in lust cherished
Its swell of perfect ease, repeated awe ne'er quenched.
O that inner self, sensation, doth chide variably;
And lo! tell its tale that soothed the heart.
Should but thy plant blend such thought and mind, see,
Tame thy brief gaiety, immortal tears,
And youth to thee return its innocent cheers.
But hence no finite melancholy can calm our fears
That emblem makes, hath thrown us far beyond!

Plead my love, O gentle maiden!
Plead my love, O love!
The pearls beneath the sea
Seduce the spirit above.

But thy flourished grace
That clasped my shoulder to thine,
Like rocks near the surf, abases—
And the waves with their huge repine.

The quality of the soft-grown statue—
That which memory can ne'er conceive—
Ah! thou art the very joy of the marrow
That lies deeply hidden beneath.

I shut mine eyes and cannot see
The depth of thy inner gift;
I might as well play blindman's buff

Would you know the reason why
I can sing and never sigh?
I can only make reply —
Jesus loves me!
I can never have a care
That my Saviour will not share —
Mine's a bliss beyond compare —
Jesus loves me!
Close to him I sweetly live,
Grace and peace from him receive,
And indeed I do believe
Jesus loves me!
When I think he died for me,
On the cross of Calvary,
Then I know, and feel, and see
Jesus loves me!
Yes, I know, this is all —
Jesus loves me!
Yes, I know, this is all —

Little tongues can utter praise,
Little feet tread golden ways;
Little hands can duty do,
Little hearts prove good and true.
Jesus loves the undefiled,
Jesus loves the little child;
Jesus loves our souls to bless,
Jesus guards with tenderness.
Jesus keeps us near his side,
Jesus is our loving guide;
Jesus holds us in his care,
Here, at home, and ev'rywhere.

Little lambs their voices raise,
Little lambs their Saviour praise.
Happy day of jubilee,
Happy little lambs are we.

I hear them tell of a wondrous country,
A land of pure delight
Where summer suns are forever shining,
And never there falleth night;
I hear that within that dominion fair,
A city immortal stands,
A city whose beauty is yet untold,
A city not built with hands.
I hear them tell of a risen Saviour,
A mighty King of kings,
The builder of that immortal city, —
The world with his glory rings;
They tell me that he has prepared for all
A place in that land so fair,
And sends down a full invitation, too,

Saviour, be thou by my side,
As my comfort, friend, and guide;
By thy tender words of love,
Lead me to my home above.
I am weak, and wanting pow'r,
Often in a trying hour;
Then thy words of love and cheer,
Cast aside all doubt and fear
Give me strength and help divine,
Let thy precious love be mine;
Ever on thy gentle breast,
Let my troubled spirit rest.

Jesus, be thou ever near me,
For thy voice doth ever cheer me,
Be my best and dearest friend,
Until life on earth shall end.

The only treaty framed in Christian love
 Without a single oath; and by that token
Recorded and approved in heaven above,
 And in a world of sin and strife unbroken!