Madmoments: or First Verseattempts By a Bornnatural. Addressed to the Lightheaded of Society at Large, by Henry Ellison |
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LOVE.
Love is the Leaven of Life's daily Bread,Without which it will nourish not; and oh!
Without, how salt is its best Fare! more so
Than the hard Crust on which the Beggar's fed,
If with one kind Word seasoned: Love can spread
A Banquet worthy of the Angels—tho'
The Fare seem coarse and scant, it is not: no!
But so, so sweet that nothing in its Stead
Could nourish half so much, for it doth make
Content: no Man is poor who loves indeed!
The scanty Bread which he doth daily break,
By Miracle like that whereof we read,
Is multiplied, and made too, for his sake,
More than sufficient for Life's every Need!
Would'st thou be rich, most rich? then love, love, love:
Love all, and thou'lt be rich as He above,
Who loving all lefore himself, is the
Great Focus of eternal Love, from whence
Each Ray that fosters this cold Earth must be
Derived, and to which it returns from hence!
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