IV. Love bathed in Tears, To Love cemented, ever brings And ever bears A chastened spirit, that in Kings, Is noblest among earthly things. V. Come lasting Love! For Sweetness in a moment dies, That Beauty far too quickly flies From blue, or black, or hazel eyes. VI. Youth is a snare; Like an awakening dream it speeds, Nor cries, Beware! A dream of unaccomplished deeds, A hope of undetermined creeds. VII. Is it Friendship then? The Tyrant of a summer day, The boast of men Who loiter idly on life's way, A band who neither work nor play. IV. Love bathed in Tears, To Love cemented, ever brings And ever bears A chastened spirit, that in Kings, Is noblest among earthly things. V. Come lasting Love! For Sweetness in a moment dies, That Beauty far too quickly flies VI. Youth is a snare; Like an awakening dream it speeds, Nor cries, Beware! A dream of unaccomplished deeds, A hope of undetermined creeds. VII. Is it Friendship then? The Tyrant of a summer day, The boast of men Who loiter idly on life's way, A band who neither work nor play. VIII. Nay! Friends, though dear, Pass on their way-change-turn aside; A transient tear Dims friendship's light-or some pale brideFor Love was born when Friendship died! IX. Thou, Grey or Gold, Alone, Great Love, survivest all, All else grows old; Their birth, their growth, their rise, their fall, Immortal only at Thy call. X. Love conquers Death, And is Life's portal, and the Soul Whose Heavenly breath Inspires all Life, and ages roll To ages, and yet leave it whole. XI.. Come then Great Love, To whom none ever plead in vain, Come from above Where are no sighs, no tears, no pain— And make us pure from selfish stain. XII. Come, fresh as morn, When golden sunrise laves the land, And gilds the corn; Come smiling-come with open hand That brooks no chain-owns no command. XIII. Thy voice sounds best When faint the weary toilers sigh, And long for rest; The tone is clear, but not too high, XIV. Come, calm as night, When Dian, with her stars, looks on A sleeping world :-Endymion Slept thus for thee, pale Amazon ! XV. Be with us now; Illume our pleasures, soothe our woes, And teach us how Thy sweet encircling spirit knows The heart's unrest-the heart's repose. |