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THE DESIRE
At dawn from flower to flower
The footless soul on fairy pinions went:
Eternity seem'd in each several hour,
And joys came quicker than an infant's breath;
The wish scarce framed, the cry scarce upward sent.
Ere the Desire cometh.
The footless soul on fairy pinions went:
Eternity seem'd in each several hour,
And joys came quicker than an infant's breath;
The wish scarce framed, the cry scarce upward sent.
Ere the Desire cometh.
Heaven's gate to youth is wide;
No vain prayer empty-hand with shame returns;
God suffers not his children be denied;
Youth's highest lavish visions far beneath
Their sweet fulfilment, when the bosom burns
And the Desire cometh!
No vain prayer empty-hand with shame returns;
God suffers not his children be denied;
Youth's highest lavish visions far beneath
Their sweet fulfilment, when the bosom burns
And the Desire cometh!
Why then, my God, when less
Advancing years implore, and deeper cries,
Should'st thou give least? Why this scant haste to bless
When blessings are thrice blest? Why license Death
Love's hand to wither, as we touch the prize
And the Desire cometh?
Advancing years implore, and deeper cries,
Should'st thou give least? Why this scant haste to bless
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Love's hand to wither, as we touch the prize
And the Desire cometh?
He, the Compassionate,
Past hope, when all seem'd taken, grants us more,
And on drear earth flings open Heaven's own gate.
Immortal love dawns o'er horizon Death:
A glory of lost faces fills the door,
And the Desire cometh.
Past hope, when all seem'd taken, grants us more,
And on drear earth flings open Heaven's own gate.
Immortal love dawns o'er horizon Death:
A glory of lost faces fills the door,
And the Desire cometh.
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