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DIVINER LOVE.
Oson of Ocean-foam! in vain
Sad Hope thy restless wings would stay;
Or Pleasure with her flower-chain
Confine thee when thou wouldst away.
Woe worth their lives in thee who trust,
Child of Desire, whose name is Lust!
Sad Hope thy restless wings would stay;
Or Pleasure with her flower-chain
Confine thee when thou wouldst away.
Woe worth their lives in thee who trust,
Child of Desire, whose name is Lust!
But thou, O Love the heaven-born,
True offspring of the elder God!
Thou hold'st this counterfeit in scorn,
And blessest those who kiss thy rod.
Thy worship yields a joy more deep
Than e'er had Adon lull'd to sleep.
True offspring of the elder God!
Thou hold'st this counterfeit in scorn,
And blessest those who kiss thy rod.
Thy worship yields a joy more deep
Than e'er had Adon lull'd to sleep.
Thine is the temple, Power Divine!
To which I bring this constant heart,
An offering at my Lady's shrine,
Who in thy services hath part.
For her dear sake my gift prefer,
And gracious answer give through her!
To which I bring this constant heart,
An offering at my Lady's shrine,
Who in thy services hath part.
For her dear sake my gift prefer,
And gracious answer give through her!
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