love poetry

LET Others let their Passions rove
Round all the Earth, from Shore to
Since J ESUS is my Friend and Love,
My utmost Wish can grasp no more.

His Glories have allur'd my Eye,
And into Love transform'd my Heart;
To Him my tender'st Passions fly;
J ESUS ! nor shall they e'er depart.

Upon His Friendship I rely.
Still of His tender Care secure;
My Wants are all before His Eye!
Nor can they overcome His Power.

His Presence fills unbounded Space;
My heav'nly Friend is always nigh:

Earth, sad earth, thou roamest
Through the day and night;
Weary with the darkness,
Weary with the light.

Clouds of hanging judgment,
And the cloud that weeps for me,
Swell above the mountain,
Strive above the sea.

But, sad earth, thou knowest
All my love for thee;
Therefore thou dost welcome
The cloud that weeps for me.

What I had seen a far-away white cloud
So long, had grown a mountain by the morn;
A thousand torrents at its feet were loud,
And rolled one volume o'er its lowest horn,

Which gloried like one whitened wave of sea;
And far above the mountain crags were pitched,
Like a white mocking hand which beckoned me
In gesture, answered by the boat's prow twitched.

Back o'er the lake, leaving me standing there
Alone upon the taunting mountain shore:
Now for my life, methought; and first my care

I.

T HEE , Great Incarnate Godhead, Thee
Th' Almighty Father's equal Progeny,
Thee, J ESUS ! dear and venerable Name,
Partaker of our frail Humanity,
Thee shall my Voice, my Harp, my Muse and Quill proclaim.

II.

Wake my Harp! melodious sing
On each sweetly-sounding String
Th' illustrious Conquests of the Saviour-King;

Conjugal Love my joyful Heart inspires,
And warms a languid Muse with active Fires
The pleasing Impulse the glad Muse obeys;
And as a pious Monument of Praise,
Grateful she consecrates these humble Lays.
Nor can she stray in trackless Wilds unknown;
Since to describe the Bliss, I need but tell my own.

 But hence! far hence! ye wild lascivious Fires:
To purer Themes the modest Muse aspires,
Hence banish'd, to your native Hell return!
There with your loose degen'rate Bards to mourn;

Frosts of an hour! Fruits of a season!
Who foresees them? Slain in a day,
The loves of a lustrum. Who shall say
The heart has sense or the soul has reason?
... One not knowing and one not caring.
... Leaves in their pathway. Let them part;
She with the gifts of a gracious bearing,
He with the pangs of a passionate heart.

In the place where the grizzly reposes,
Under peaks where a right is a wrong,
I have memories richer than roses,
Sweet echoes more sweet than a song;
Sounds sweet as the voice of a singer
Made sacred with sorrows unsaid,
And a love that implores me to linger
For the love of dead days and their dead.
But I turn, throwing kisses, returning
To strife and to turbulent men,
As to learn to be wise, as unlearning
All things that were manliest then.

If earth is an oyster, love is the pearl,
As pure as pure caresses;
Then loosen the gold of your hair, my girl,
And hide my pearl in your tresses,
So, coral to coral and pearl to pearl,
And a cloud of curls above me,
O bury me deep, my beautiful girl,
And then confess you love me.
The world goes over my beautiful girl
In glitter and gold and odor of roses,
In eddies of splendor, in oceans of pearl,
But here the heaven reposes. ...
The world is wide; men go their ways,

1

In the dark Earth his body lies —
Deep hid from mortal sight;
Clos'd, ever clos'd, those beaming eyes —
That gave me such delight.

2

Cold as the turf that covers him —
He whom the parent mourns;
Corruption triumphs o'er each limb —
And dust to dust returns.

3

O with what rapture viewed we all —
His sweet, his manly form;
Ah, could we think so soon he'd fall —
A victim to the worm.

4

And yet that body cloth'd a mind —

G R eat, Good, and Just, Valiant, and Wise,
New-Englands common Sacrifice :
The Prince of War, the Bond of Love,
A True Herorick Martial Dove:
Pardon I croud his Parts so close,
Which all the World in measure knows.
We envy Death, and well we may,
Who keeps him under Lock and Key.