THE UBIQUITY OF LOVE.

ANONYMOUS.

The earth is full of love, albeit the storms

Of passion mar its influence benign,

And drown its voice with discords. Every flower
That to the sun its heaving breast expands
Is born of love. And every song of bird
That floats mellifluent on the balmy air,
Is but a love-note. Heaven is full of love;
Its starry eyes run o'er with tenderness,
And soften every heart that meets their gaze
As downward looking on this wayward world
He lights it back to God

COME TO THE FOUNT OF LOVE.

MRS. SCOTT.

Come to the fount of love!

Come while youth's sun the sky of life is flushing,

Come while the thoughts of thy young heart are pure,

Come while the roses in thy path are blushing,
Come to the fount whose waters e'er endure.
Come while affection's waves are sweetly flowing,
Come ere thy sun is glimmering in the west;
Come with thy young soul in deep ardor glowing,
Come to thy Savior, he will give thee rest-

Come to the fount of love!

Come to the fount of love!

Leave the vain flowers that deck the fields of passion,

Leave the false hopes that glitter to betray,

Leave the vain arts which guide the world of fashion, Leave all that make thee linger on thy way,

Leave the cold doubts that breathe of skeptic weakness, Leave the fanatic in his wild career,

Leave all, and bow thy spirit in its meekness,

Leave all, and taste of life the waters clear

Come to the fount of love!

Come to the fount of love!

Kneel where the gem of faith is ever gleaming,
Kneel where the pearl of hope is always bright,
Kneel where the eye of charity is beaming,

Kneel, gentle pilgrim, and receive thy sight.
Kneel, and thy soul shall prove a well of gladness
Kneel, and eternal life will soon be thine,
Kneel, and forget in joy thy spirit's sadness,
Kneel, and thy heart shall never more repine-
Come to the fount of love!

SPIRITUAL LOVE.

ANONYMOUS.

There is a LOVE! 'tis not the wandering fire
That must be fed on folly, or expire ;
Gleam of polluted hearts, the meteor ray
That fades as rises Reason's nobler day;

But passion made essential, holy, bright,

Like the raised dead, our dust transformed to light. 'Tis not the cold Romance's ecstacy,

The flame new-lit at every passing eye;
But the high impulse that the stately soul
Feels slow engross it, but engross it whole;
Yet seeks it not, nay turns with stern disdain
On its own weakness that can wear a chain;
Still wrestling with the angel, till its pride
Feels all the strength departed from its side.

LOVE IMMANENT IN CREATION.

SHELLY.

Thou art the wine whose drunkenness is all

We can desire, Oh Love! and happy souls Ere from thy vine the leaves of autumn fall, Catch thee and feed from thy o'erflowing bowls, Thousands who thirst for thy ambrosial dew. Thou art the radiance which when ocean rolls Investeth it; and when the heavens are blue Thou fillest them; and when the earth is fair The shadows of thy moving wings imbue Its deserts, and its mountains; till they wear Beauty like some bright robe. Thou even soarest Among the towers of men; and as soft air In spring, which moves the unawakened forest, Clothing with leaves its branches bare and bleak, Thou floutest among men; and age implorest

That which from thee they should implore,—the

weak

Alone kneel to thee, offering up the hearts.

any

The strong have broken-yet where shall seek A garment, whom thou clothest not?

LOVE MORE LOYAL THAN FRIENDSHIP.

LEGGETT.

The birds, when winter shades the sky,

Fly o'er the seas away,

Where laughing isles in sunshine lie,

And summer breezes play.

And thus the friends that flutter near
While fortune's sun is warm,

Are startled if a cloud appear,

And fly before the storm.

But when from winter's howling plains

Each other warbler's past,

The little snow-bird still remains

And chirrups midst the blast.

Love like that bird, when friendship's t ng

With fortune's sun depart;

Still lingers with its cheerful song,

And nestles on the heart.

A TRINITY OF PRINCIPLES.

BAILEY.

Love is the happy privilege of mind-
Love is the reason of all living things,
A trinity there seems of principles,
Which represent and rule created life—
The love of self, our fellows, and our God.
In all throughout one common feeling reigns:
Each doth maintain and is maintained by other,

All are compatable-all needful; one

To life, to virtue one-and one to bliss ;

Which thus together make the power, the end,
And the perfection of created Being.

From these three principles doth every deed,
Desire and will, and reasoning, good or bad, come ;
To these they all determine-sum and scheme :
The three are one in centre and in round;
Wrapping the world of life as do the skies

Our world. Hail! air of love by which we live !
How sweet, how fragrant! Spirit, though unseen―
Void of gross sign-is scarce a simple essence,
Immortal, immaterial though it be.

One only simple essence liveth-God-
Creator, uncreate. The brutes beneath,
The angels high above us, with ourselves,
Are but compounded things of mind and form.
In all things animate is therefore cored
An elemental sameness of existence ;.
For God, being LOVE, in love created all,
As He contains the whole, and penetrates.
Seraphs love God, and angels love the good:
We love each other; and these lower lives,
Which walk the earth in thousand divers shapes,
According to their reason, love us too;

The most intelligent affect us most.

Nay, man's chief wisdom's Love,—the love of Gol.
The new religion-final, perfect, pure—

Was that of CHRIST and LOVE. His great command-
His all sufficing precept,—was 't not love?
Truly to love ourselves we must love God-
To love God we must all His creatures love-
To love His creatures, both ourselves and Him.
Thus Love is all that's wise, fair, good and happy.