LOVE IS THE GOD-LIKE ATTRIBUTE. BEATTIE. But say, in courtly life can craft be learned, O teach a simple youth this mystery to scan. LOVE OMNIPRESENT. THOMAS LODGE. Turn I my looks unto the skies, Love with its arrows wounds mine eyes; If so I gaze upon the ground, Love then in every flower is found; Search I the shade to fly my pain, Love meets me in the shade again; It will be partner of my moan; THE HARMONY OF LOVE. WESLEY. Lord, subdue our selfish will; Each to each our tempers suit, By thy modulating skill, Heart to heart, as lute to lute. Sweetly on our spirits move; Gently touch the trembling strings; Make the harmony of love Music for the King of Kings. WE ARE WISER THAN WE KNOW. CHARLES MACKAY. Thou, who in the midnight silence Feeling humbled, yet elated, In the presence of the sky; Thou who minglest with thy sadness Pride ecstatic, awe divine, That ev'n thou canst trace their progress, And the law by which they shine; Intuition shall uphold thee, Even tho' reason drag thee low: Lean on faith, look up rejoicing, We are wiser than we know. Thou, who hearest plaintive music, Thou, who in the noon-tide brightness Even when Nature smiles around thee, Countless chords of heavenly music To the answering soul of man: Man has gazed on heavenly secrets, CHARITY. TUPPER. Charity sitteth on a fair hill-top, blessing far and near, But her garments drop ambrosia, chiefly on the violets around her : She gladdeneth indeed the maplike scene, stretching to the verge of the horizon, For her angel-face is lustrous and beloved even as the moon in Heaven : But the light of that beatific vision gloweth in serener concentration, The nearer to her heart, and nearer to her home,-that hill-top where she sitteth : Therefore she is kind unto her kin, yearning in affection on her neighbors, Giving gifts around to those who know and love her well. CHARITY. SPENCER. She was a woman in her freshest age, As hell she hated, chaste in work and will; Her neck and breasts were ever open bare, That aye thereof her babes might suck their fill ; The rest was all in yellow robes arraied still. A multitude of babes about her hung, Plying their sports that joy'd her to behold, Whom still she fed, whilst they were weak and young, But thrust them forth still, as they waxed old : And on her head she wore a tire of gold, Adorn'd with gemmes and owches wondrous fair, Whose passing price uneath was to be told; And by her side there sat a gentle pair Of turtle doves, she sitting in an ivory chaire. CHARITY THE LIFE OF FAITH. KEBLE. Would'st thou the life of souls discern? The spring of the regenerate heart, But he whose heart will bound to mark The full, bright burst of summer morn, Loves to each little dewy spark, By leaf or flow'ret worn. |