Say not, my Love, I do not to thee prove,
Because I give thee nothing for thy Love;
That thou most undervalued art by me,
Because, I ne'er a Bargain made for thee;
I ne'er ('tis true,) prophan'd thy Love with Hire,
Because, bought Slaves, and Beggars, none admire;
I, like a Deity, have treated thee,
Pray'rs, Tears, Vows, Faith, thou long hast had from me,
Honour, Devotion, Adoration too,
Which more my Love does, than my Money show;
Money, but Love's Disparagement wou'd prove,
I gave thee nothing, more to prove my Love;

Star , whose fair light doth more and more excel
As light grows dimmer; but at birth of sun,
O'ertaken by the flame thou didst forerun,
Fadest as things obscure grow visible:
Men call thee Star of Love, and name thee well,
Thinking on tenderness of Love begun
'Neath throbbing Hesper, or in dawn undone
At beckoning Phosphor's sign inexorable.
And light of Love is like the light of thee,
Paired not with peer among the immortal host,
Or partner with a less transcendent flame;
Brightest when all around him darkens most,

To him, who symbol of his empire shows
By the inverted brand's declining flame,
Love, spent with wayfaring, in twilight came,
And said, I weary, and would taste repose.
Do thou, whose vigilant eye must never close,
Governing thy viewless shafts' incessant aim,
Guard me, and from thy brother's realm reclaim
When bathed in orient light my planet throes.
And so it was, Love slumbered and arose,
But, parting, bore his comrade's torch away;
Soon in Death's numbing hand his own expired:
Now earth is empty of his joys and woes,

I.

If I must die, for, or by thee,
To Love, or Rage, my Life resign;
No matter which way 'tis to be,
By your own Passion, or by mine:

II.

Since you cause me to die for Love,
Your fiercest Rage, can do no more;
Your Anger, my Relief wou'd prove,
Put me, by Death, out of your Pow'r;

III.

Out of your Pow'r, out of my Pain,
By your kind Hatred, shou'd I be,
Less by your Love, than your Disdain,

Joy is there made for all, transparent tide
Of earth-embathing air, sun's general light,
Sea, legioned stars, fields variously bright,
And in a common country common pride:
And joy to human multitudes denied,
But solitary meed of soul of might,
Pacing in lone content the silent height,
Save by his own thought unaccompanied:
Joy, too, not made for many or for one;
Flashing, as when the flying iron rings
Sharp on smit stone beside the paven way,
As Love to Love in exultation springs:
As fades the star of morn in morning's sun,

[ AFTER DR. JOWETT'S SERMON ]

Together , Prophets, have ye trodden earth,
Happy that neither might the other know:
Else what so huge as the Homeric flow
Of the great Hebrew's rich compassionate mirth
At the great Tinker's frenzy? save the dearth
Of Bunyan's charity for Heaven's foe,
Spilth of the Patmian's seven-vialled woe,
A living death! an inauspicious birth!
Now are the souls wrought of such diverse woof,

You shou'd not call me less a Lover, for
My loving many, which shows my Love more;
Nor shou'd my Love for all give one Offence,
Who love all always, with Indifference;
My Love's more, as I love to more profess,
Who, did I not love all, shou'd love one less;
So my Love to thee, but the more I prove,
As I before did the more Women love;
By which, I show thee, that I love thee best,
Who trying all, love thee more than the rest,
So by my Change, prove to thee constantest;
If others lesser Charms I had not prov'd,
Thee so well as I do, I ne'r had lov'd;

My Heart held out, against your Face, and Eyes,
But cou'd no more, against your Breech, and Thighs,
Which they, both took, and wounded, by Surprize;
Who, till then, did (as 'twere,) in Ambush ly,
For my poor Life, at least, my Liberty;
So secret Enemies, more Mischief do,
The less still they, their Pow'r to do it, show,
And it less openly, they let us know;
By that Assassinate, in Ambuscade,
My Freedom, Peace, and Life, were soon betray'd;
My Conqu'ress so, you, like the Parthian were,
Running from me, but out of spight, not fear,

O Thou in whom we live and move,
Whose love is law, whose law is love,
Whose present spirit waits to fill
The soul that comes to do thy will!

Unto our waiting spirits teach
Thy love beyond the power of speech,
And bid us feel with joyful awe
The omnipresence of thy law.

That law doth give to truth and right,
Howe'er despised, a conquering might,
And makes each fondly cherished lie
And boasting wrong to cower and die.

Its patient working doth fulfill
Man's hope and God's all perfect will,

Supreme disposer of the heart!
Thou, since the world was made,
Hast the best fruits of holiness
To holy hearts displayed.

Here, hope and faith their links unite
With love in one sweet chain;
But when all fleeting things are past,
Love shall alone remain.

O love! O true and fadeless light!
And shall it ever be,
That after all our toils and tears
Thy Sabbath we shall see?

'Mid thousand fears and dangers now
We sow our seed, with prayer,
But know that joyful hands shall reap
The shining harvests there.