Longings after a sence of Christs love.

Dear Lord, away fain would I fly
One smile from thee I crave
That in thy bosome I might lye
This is the thing I'de have

The sun doth shine, as well on dung
As on the chousest flower
Then shine upon my soull bright sun
By thine almighty power

Ten worlds to me, cant comfort give
When thou dost hide thy face
A smile from thee, would make me live
And sweetly run my race

In this worlds sweets, I tast no savour
My soull, drives slowly on
It is thy blessed love, & favour

Desires to Love Christ

Though I can nothing for thee doe
Yet grant me my desire
Let Love be strong, & still break through
To'th object I admire,

Dread Soveraign, of all the earth
What thing is this I crave
My Love is but poluted breath
Which thou mayst scorn to have

A circumsised hart to love thee
It is thy promise, Lord.
Oh let it be, made good to mee
Acording to thy word

Oh might I burn in love, to thee
Though in the hart of hell
T'would be a glorious heaven to me
Whilst others, doe rebell

The Love of Christ

Oh what unparaleld love was this
Christ left his fathers throne
And all the glory, that was his
What streames of love here ran

Now mortalls stand, & maze
Whilst angells pry, and Gaze
When sin for Justise cry'd aloud
Christ came on wings of love

He came with garments dipt in bloud
Love made him swiftly move,
Behold what Love is this I see
For Christ to come and dye for me

On fiery, flames of love he rode
This love made no delay

I

For she loved and lost, — sweet Uma
Did herself no longer prize, —
What is woman's winning beauty
If it please not lover's eyes?
She would move by lofty penance
If her graces failed to move, —
Win by worth and not by beauty
Life's fruition, — heart's true love!
Vainly strove the doting mother
To restrain the wayward child,
Held her in her loving bosom,
Spake to her in accents mild:

To get a Love and Beauty so divine,
(In these so wary times) the fact must be
Of greater fortunes to the world than mine;
Those are the steps to that felicity;
For love no other gate hath than the eyes,
And inward worth is now esteem'd as none;
Mere outsides only to that blessing rise,
Which Truth and Love did once account their own;
Yet as she wants her fairer, she may miss
The common cause of love, and be as free
From earth, as her composure heavenly is;
If not, I restless rest in misery,
And daily wish, to keep me from despair,

AIR.

HE.

A RISE , my fair! the doors unfold,
Receive me shivering with the cold.

RECITATIVE.

S HE. My heart amidst my slumbers wakes
And tells me my beloved speaks.

AIR.

H E. Arise, my fair! the doors unfold,
Receive me shivering with the cold;
The chill drops hang upon my head,

Oh Love! Thou art the sovereign good
To man! We mean not here t'allude,
By love, to amorous wiles,
We mean by love, that plastic will,
By which a human being still
With other's interest his own beguiles.

It is a fact: we know not why
A fact, but most assuredly
One that experience proves,
Where sensibility doth 'bide
(To passion, that, we mean, allied)
Seldom benevolence doth fix her loves.

Those who require love's genial heat
To cause their pulse with health to beat,
By dire fatality,
These, these will be the reprobates
On whom thy retribution waits,
For every hour of past felicity.

The windy hours through darkness fly—
CansThear them, little heart?
New loves are born, and old loves die,
And kissing lips must part.
The dusky bees of passing years—
Canst see them, soul of mine—
From flower and flower supping tears,
And pale sweet honey wine?

O flame that treads the marsh of time,
Flitting for ever low,
Where, through the black enchanted slime,
We, desperate, following go—
Untimely fire, we bid thee stay!
Into dark air above,
The golden gipsy thins away—
So has it been with love!