The Peace of Love
O Love , how full of comfort is thy soul!
How full of hope the prospect of thine eye!
Thy prophecy doth time, and chance control:
Beneath thy shadow I securely lie
Safe anchored to an everlasting peace,
O'er which our changeful fortunes have no power.
Mutation and decay their havoc cease
To dream away the uneventful hour,
Beauty wears hues it never wore before,
Young joy, no longer spurns this dusty earth,
And rapture on the heart's deserted shore
Rolls its succeeding waves. — There is a dearth
In Sorrow's shrunken realm of sighs and tears,
For Love's high-thoughted mind surmounts man's fears.
How full of hope the prospect of thine eye!
Thy prophecy doth time, and chance control:
Beneath thy shadow I securely lie
Safe anchored to an everlasting peace,
O'er which our changeful fortunes have no power.
Mutation and decay their havoc cease
To dream away the uneventful hour,
Beauty wears hues it never wore before,
Young joy, no longer spurns this dusty earth,
And rapture on the heart's deserted shore
Rolls its succeeding waves. — There is a dearth
In Sorrow's shrunken realm of sighs and tears,
For Love's high-thoughted mind surmounts man's fears.
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