Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols |
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I BLESS THEE, LOVE! |
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I BLESS THEE, LOVE!
I bless thee, Love! rejoicing that at length
In all thy pure perfection's finest strength
Thou fill'st this heart of feeling and of fire,
Till thee, and thee alone, doth it respire!
In all thy pure perfection's finest strength
Thou fill'st this heart of feeling and of fire,
Till thee, and thee alone, doth it respire!
Now through this life may I for ever move,
Girt with the elastic panoply of Love—
Beholding but his beauty still displayed
In this fair world so excellently made.
Girt with the elastic panoply of Love—
Beholding but his beauty still displayed
In this fair world so excellently made.
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Girt with the elastic panoply of Love,
No doubts my Soul shall nurse—no terror prove—
How can I know the faultering of a fear
When that celestial Power is ever near?
No doubts my Soul shall nurse—no terror prove—
How can I know the faultering of a fear
When that celestial Power is ever near?
Love! thou canst make, all potent that thou art,
This Earth—a fairy world of the deep heart;
All things are changed by thy resistless wand,
All things remodelled by thy forming hand!
This Earth—a fairy world of the deep heart;
All things are changed by thy resistless wand,
All things remodelled by thy forming hand!
Thou wert a Light ere yet the Sun was made,
And thou shalt be when he even is decayed,
With all the lights that crowd the eternal space,
And run rejoicing their triumphant race.
And thou shalt be when he even is decayed,
With all the lights that crowd the eternal space,
And run rejoicing their triumphant race.
Thou art a world within the Soul sublime,
And Love! thou art Eternity in time!—
Creation in the chaos of our life,
And Eden in the world's wild waste of strife.
And Love! thou art Eternity in time!—
Creation in the chaos of our life,
And Eden in the world's wild waste of strife.
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Thou art the breath of Heaven within the heart,
The shadow of the Unutterable thou art—
The keys of Heaven and Earth are surely thine,
And all their deathless treasures and divine.
The shadow of the Unutterable thou art—
The keys of Heaven and Earth are surely thine,
And all their deathless treasures and divine.
If we love not our Brethren—we are then
Pent in ourselves—that dreariest prison-den!
The universe was made not for the one,
Through Love 'tis understood, enjoyed alone!
Pent in ourselves—that dreariest prison-den!
The universe was made not for the one,
Through Love 'tis understood, enjoyed alone!
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