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POEMS OF RELIGION.
MY GOD, I LOVE THEE. My God, I love thee! not because
I hope for heaven thereby ;
Must burn eternally.
Upon the cross embrace !
And manifold disgrace.
For as thou dost impart thy grace,
The stuffe with thee.
A life as barren to thy praise
But with delaies.
Neither bring hony with the bees,
To water these.
But all my companie is a weed.
To my poore reed.
And griefs and torments numberless,
And sweat of agony, Yea, death itself, — and all for one
That was thine enemy. Then why, O blessed Jesus Christ,
Should I not love thee well ? Not for the hope of winning heaven,
Nor of escaping hell !
Not seeking a reward ;
O everlasting Lord !
THE NEW JERUSALEM.
E'en so I love thee, and will lore,
And in thy praise will sing, – Solely because thou art my God, And my eternal King. ST. FRANCIS XAVIER (Latin). Translation
of EDWARD CASWELL.
O MOTHER dear, Jerusalem,
When shall I come to thee ?
Thy joys when shall I see?
O sweet and pleasant soil !
Nor grief, nor care, nor toil.
Nor gloom, nor darksome night; But every soul shines as the sun,
For God himself gives light. Thy walls are made of precious stone,
Thy bulwarks diamond-square,
O God ! if I were there !
Thy joys when shall I see ? -
And thy felicity ?
IF as a flowre doth spread and die,
Thou wouldst extend me to some good, Before I were by frost's extremitie
Nipt in the bud,
The sweetnesse and the praise were thine ;
But the extension and the room Which in thy garland I should fill were mine
At thy great doom.
DARKNESS IS THINNING. DARKNESS is thinning; shadows are retreating; Morning and light are coming in their beauty. Suppliant seek we, with an earnest outcry,
God the Almighty !
Glory hereafter !
This of his mercy, ever-blesséd Godhead,
Blessing and glory!
of J. M. NEALE.
I LOVE, AND HAVE SOME CAUSE
I LOVE, and have some cause to love, the earth,
She is my Maker's creature, therefore good;
She is my tender nurse, she gives me food :
My drooping soul, and to new sweets invite me; Her shrill-mouthed choir sustain me with their
flesh, And with their polyphonian notes delight me : But what's the air, or all the sweets that she
Can bless my soul witbal, compared to thee ? I love the sea, — she is my fellow-creature,
My careful purveyor ; she provides me store ; She walls me round ; she makes my diet greater ;
She wafts my treasure from a foreign shore : But, Lord of oceans, when compared with thee, What is the ocean or her wealth to me ?
To heaven's high city I direct my journey,
Whose spangled suburbs entertain mine eye,
Transcends the crystal pavement of the sky :
thee? Without thy presence, heaven 's no heaven to
Without thy presence, earth gives no refection ;
Without thy presence, sea affords no treasure ; Without thy presence, air 's a rank infection ; Without thy presence, heaven 's itself no
If not possessed, if not enjoyed in thee,
What's earth, or sea, or air, or heaven to me? The highest honors that the world can boast
Are subjects far too low for my desire ;
But dying sparkles of thy living fire ;
But nightly glow-worms if compared to thee. Without thy presence, wealth is bags of cares ;
Wisdom but folly ; joy, disquiet, sadness ; Friendship is treason, and delights are snares ; Pleasures but pain, and mirth but pleasing
madness, Without thee, Lord, things be not what they be, Nor have their being, when compared with thee. In having all things, and not thee, what have I ?
Not having thee, what have my labors got ? Let me enjoy but thee, what further crave I ?
And having thee alone, what have I not ?
TWO WENT UP TO THE TEMPLE TO
Two went to pray? O, rather say,
One nearer to God's altar trod,
As near to sorrow;
Be sadly ended,
Can ne'er be mended.
What is the time that 's gone,
The present stays not.