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Oh blessedness, all bliss above

When thy pure fires prevail !
Love only teaches what is love :

All other lessons fail :
We learn its name, but not its power,
Experience only makes it ours.

HAPPY SOLITUDE-UNHAPPY MEN. My heart is easy, and my burden light; I smile, though sad, when thou art in my sight: The more my woes in secret I deplora, I taste thy goodness, and I love the more. There, while a solemn stillness reigns around, Faith, love, and hope within my soul abound; And, while the world suppose me lost in care, The joys of angels, unperceived, I share. Thy creatures wrong thee, O thou sovereign good Thou art not loved, because not understood; This grieves me most, that vain pursuits beguile Ungrateful men, regardless of thy smile. Frail beauty and false honour are adored; While Thee they scorn, and trifle with thy word ; Pass, unconcern'd, a Saviour's sorrows by; And hunt their ruin with a zeal to die.

The fountain in its source

No drought of summer fears ;
The farther it pursues its course,

The nobler it appears.
But shallow cisterns yield

A scanty short supply;
The morning sees them amply filla,

At evening they are dry.



O LOVE, of pure and heavenly birth!
O simple truth, scarce known on earth!
Whom men resist with stubborn will;
And, more perverse and daring still,
Smother and quench, with reasonings vain,
While error and deception reign.
Whence comes it, that, your power the sam
As His on high, from whence you came,
Ye rarely find a list

ning ear,
Or heart that makes you welcome here :-
Because ye bring reproach and pain,
Where'er ye visit, in your train.
The world is proud, and cannot bear
The scorn and calumny ye share ;
The praise of men the mark they mean,
They fly the place where ye are seen;
Pure love, with scandal in the rear,
Suits not the vain ; it costs too dear
Then, let the price be what it may,
Though poor, I am prepared to pay ;
Come shame, come sorrow; spite of tean,
Weakness, and heart-oppressing fears;
One soul, at least, shall not repine,
To give you room; come, reign in mine!

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Thou hast no lightnings, O thou Just I

Or I their force should know ; nd, if thou strike me into dust,

My soul approves the blow.

The heart, that values less its ease

Than it adores thy ways,
In thine avenging anger secs

A subject of its praise.
Pleased I could lie, conceal'd and lost,

In shades of central night;
Not to avoid thy wrath, thou know'st,

But lest I grieve thy sight.
Smite me, 0 thou, whom I provoke !

And I will love thee still:
The well deserved, and righteous stroke,

Shall please me, though it kill.
Am I not worthy to sustain

The worst thou canst devise ;
And dare I seek thy throne again,

And meet thy sacred eyes ?
Par from afflicting, thou art kind ;

And, in my saddest hours,
An unction of thy grace I find,

Pervading all my powers.
Alas! thou sparest me yet again ;

And, when thy wrath should move,
Too gentle to endure my pain,

Thou sooth’st me with thy love.
I have no punish aent to fear;

But, ah ! that smile from thee
Imparts a pang far more severe

Than woe itself would be.



On thou, by long experience tried,
Near whom no grief can long abide ;
My love ! how full of sweet content
I pass my years of banishment!

All scenes alike engaging prove
To souls impress'd with sacred love!
Where'er they dwell, they dwell in thee;
In heaven, in earth, or on the sea.
To me remains nor place nor time
My country is in every clime;
I can be calm and free from care
On any shore, since God is there.
While place we seek, or place we shun,
The sonl finds happiness in none;
But with a God to guide our way,
'Tis equal joy to go or stay.
Could I be cast where thou art pot,
That were indeed a dreadful lot ;
But regions none remote I call,
Secure of finding God in all.
My country, Lord, art thou alone ;
Nor other can I claim or own;
The point where all my wishes meet;
My law, my love ; life's only sweet!
I hold by nothing here below;
Appoint my journey, and I go;
Though pierced by scorn, oppress'd by prido,
I feel thee good-feel nought beside.
No frowns of men can hurtful prove
To souls on fire with heavenly love ;
Though men and devils both condemn,
No gloomy days arise from them.
Ah then I to his embrace repair ;
My soul, thou art no stranger there,
There love divine shall be thy guard,
And peace and safety thy reward.



How happy are the new-born race,
Partakers of adopting grace ;

Wow pure the bliss they share !
Hid from the world and all its eyes,
Within their heart the blessing lies

And conscience feels it there.
The moment we believe, 'tis ours;
And if we love with all our powers

The God from whom it came;
And if we serve with hearts sincere,
"Tis still discernible and clear,

An undisputed claim.
But, ah ! if foul and wilful sin
Stain and dishonour us within,

Farewell the joy we knew;
Again the slaves of nature's sway,
In labyrinths of our own we stray,

Without a guide or clue.
The chaste and pure, who fear to grieve
The gracious spirit they receive,

His work distinctly trace:
And, strong in undissembling love,
Boldly assert and clearly prove

Their hearts his dwelling-place.
Oh messenger of dear delight,
Whose voice dispels the deepest night,

Sweet peace-proclaiming dove !
With thee at hand, to sooth our pains,
No wish unsatisfied remains

No task but that of love.
"Tis love unites what sin divides ;
The centre, where all bliss resides

To which the soul once brought,
Reclining on the first great cause,
From his abounding sweetness draws

Peace passing human thought.

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