192. Wherein His Love Grew Like the Laurel -
WHEREIN HIS LOVE GREW LIKE THE LAUREL
Love, forcing wide my heart with his great hand,
Planted therein, as in its proper seat,
A laurel whose bright emerald could compete
With the most brilliant jewels of the land:
Furrowed by pen, by the heart's hunger fanned,
Cooled by the soft rain that fell salt and sweet,
It grew in grace and poured such fragrant heat
As no Arabian rivals could withstand.
Renown, proud honour, virtue, elegance,
Purest perfection in celestial form —
The fruit sprang out of such rare sustenance.
Filled with that shape my mind takes heaven by storm —
That happy shape, that hallowed circumstance
Round which my prayers ascend in a golden swarm.
Love, forcing wide my heart with his great hand,
Planted therein, as in its proper seat,
A laurel whose bright emerald could compete
With the most brilliant jewels of the land:
Furrowed by pen, by the heart's hunger fanned,
Cooled by the soft rain that fell salt and sweet,
It grew in grace and poured such fragrant heat
As no Arabian rivals could withstand.
Renown, proud honour, virtue, elegance,
Purest perfection in celestial form —
The fruit sprang out of such rare sustenance.
Filled with that shape my mind takes heaven by storm —
That happy shape, that hallowed circumstance
Round which my prayers ascend in a golden swarm.
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