Classic Poem

Oh, truest Love, because the truest life!
Oh, blest existence, to exist with Love!
Oh, Love, without which all things else must die
The death that knows no waking unto life!
Oh, Jealousy, that saps the heart of Love,
And robs it of its tenderness divine;
And Pride, that tramples with its iron hoof
Upon the flower of love, whose fragrant soul
Exhales itself in sweetness as it dies!
A lofty spirit surfeited with Bliss!
A Prince of Angels cancelling all love,
All due allegiance to his rightful Lord;
Doing dishonour to his high estate;
Turning the truth and wisdom which were his
For ages of supreme felicity,
To thirst for power, and hatred of his God,
Who raised him to such vast preëminence!

SECOND ANGEL CHORUS .

Woe, woe to the ransomed spirit,
 Once freed from the stain of sin,
Whose pride increases
Till all love ceases
 To nourish it from within!
Its doom is the darkened regions
Where the rebel angel legions
Live their long night of sorrow;
Where no expectant morrow,
 No mercy-tempered ray
 From the altar of to-day,
Comes down through the gloom to borrow
One drop from their cup of sorrow,
 Or lighten their cheerless way.

FIRST ANGEL .

But blest be the gentle spirit
 Whose love is ever increased
From its own pure soul,
The illumined goal
 Where Love holds perpetual feast!