LOVE's Eye.
I
Bold Proverb! do not thus blaspheme:
What, is Love blind? why, GOD is Love,
And can'st thou Blindness charge on Him
Who is all Eye? Do but remove
False Prejudice, and thou shalt find
'Tis Passion, and not Love is blind.
II
Love's of so quick a sight, that He
Aforehand with his Object is,
And into dark Futurity
With præsciential Rays doth press.
How strange were Heav'n's fam'd Bliss, which lies
In Vision, had Heav'n's King no Eyes!
III
Hast thou not heard how He set ope
Those Eyelids into broad day sight,
Which Nature's Seal had dammed up
With a deep-lay'd annealed Night?
And how can He in Blindness live
Who, spite of Nature, Eyes can give?
IV
And wonder not that by a Clay,
(The likeliest thing to close them up)
He them unlock'd; this was the way
His own Divinity to ope:
A way which none but He could take,
Who Man at first of Clay did make.
V
But if by Love thy meaning were
Vain Cupid, I consent with thee;
Blindness herself would never dare
To count herself more blind than He:
And justly He doth want his Sight,
Who joys in none but Deeds of Night.
