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Patience, persistence and perspiration make an unbeatable combination for success.

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Love, Grief, Death, Peace and Life Make War

Love, grief, death, peace, and life make war.
Within the grasps of victory, here lies grief.
Striving to keep a soul alive, thriving for life
whispers of sanity fade from the sight of death.
An outstretched limb pleading for a touch of peace
as a memory of happiness fills the heart with love.

Controlling senses fester upon a long lost love,
breathing in deep, it’s the smell of a war.
Muffled cries creep into your soul, pleading for peace.
You lick your blood stained lips, tasting the bitter grief.
piercing voices thunder upon the ground, accepting death
as a memory of loneliness fills their heart with an absence of life.

Tears of blood come forth into a dimension of twisted life.
The air, heavy and hot, hover over you ridding the land of any former love.
A chorus of saints and sinners sing to you, singing the song of death,
”O come ye child, come into my arms and rid yourself of this war.
Gather your mind and venture to the morrow, leaving behind this haunting grief,
for it is not your fault that this world does not know peace.”

You close your eyes, feeling the sensation of eternal peace.
You can not move any aching limb, within an inch of life
you follow the scent of reigning mud, caking itself to the world’s own grief.
Wandering past the forgotten lives to seek the one true love
that carries upon it’s shoulders, a burden of war.
This land can no longer hold itself with peace as all the peace has turned to death.

Forging itself upon your spirit, the lies no longer live, now it is only death
that caresses your body like a mother so tender, illuminating the one and only peace.
Taunting you to go and be afraid no more, taunting and taunting, this is war.
With one last plea, you beg and cry for the voices to take your life
as you know that the searching prisms of hope will find your love
and they will abolish the need of any misery and any grief.

Once more do the saints and sinners sing of your grief
only this time, there is no mourning of war and death.
They’ve come to pour into your heart, a sound so divine. It is love.
”Dear child, dear child, no more shall you weep, we are here, we’re your peace.
Come with us to a land so pure, where love is eternal and death is not near. We will give you life.
With a trust so deep, take our hands and no more, no more, shall this be your burden of war.”

In times of sorrow and fear, lost is the value of love and peace.
All is forgotten while caged by grief and watching the slaughter of life.
You watch your fallen brothers, reaching for help, you hear the despair in all their voices.
You’re the saint and sinner, giving them hope.
You cease your thoughts, you must fight on.
You aim your gun, praying for death. This is war.

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Skill and assurance make an invincible combination.

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Diwali, let us make it a celebration for have not's as well

Diwali whose original name is
Deepavali
Meaning row of lamps
Is the main festival of the
Indian Subcontinent

Its puranic reference is that
This day Rama goes back to his Kingdom
After 14 years of forest living
And thus marks the beginning
Of a just and fair ruling by a King

While many other festivals
Are celebrated collectively on a community basis
Diwali is celebrated personally
And by each family in its own traditional ways
As in other festivities
Sharing of sweets and other edibles
With neighbourhood and family friends
Is also there
But the celebration is totally personal
And you decide your extent of celebration

Buy new clothes
Buy new ornaments
Buy new utensils
Buy crackers
Buy sweets
Celebrate Diwali

There is of course a need
To think about those
For whom all the above are luxuries
And people celebrating Diwali
Provide for those
Who cannot afford a celebration of this sort

A visit to orphanage
A visit to old agers home
And a small gifts to inmates
Can go a long way
In giving a special meaning
To these celebrations

Let us do something
And make Diwali
A celebration for
Have not's as well

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I wished to go completely outside and to make a symbolic start for my enterprise of regenerating the life of humankind within the body of society and to prepare a positive future in this context.

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The Poem And The Name May Be Immortal For A Time

THE POEM AND THE NAME MAY BE IMMORTAL FOR A TIME

The poem and the name may be immortal for a time-
The person – not.
At the end of this life
No one knows what God gives
In another world-
Here on earth
Dust dirt worms and darkness.
Praise God for the years I have left
I am going under like the rest of them

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And You...Now Wish So Much for Spring

After Summer days are gone,
You seem to be lurching in hushed compassion...
For someone to carry on,
Those Summer days...
Time has moved away.
As if from you to pawn.

And then when Fall is welcomed in the midst,
Your mind slowly searches...
What it is you believe is missed.,
From a past now reminisced.
As if seeking through memories,
Those hours missed you wish to revisit.

And the buzzing of the bees,
Impatiently waved away.
When Spring budded flowers...
Were ignored but birthing to bloom.
Had no room in your mind,
To find them enchanting.

And you,
Now wish so much for Spring...
To again come soon,
To revisit the bees...
Flowers and trees,
With scented breezes.
You somehow miss.
But next time you promise,
To explore every bit to devour it!

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Psalm 63

O God you are my God
In the morning I will rise to thee
You're the one that came to earth
You're the one who came and died for me

My soul thirsts for you
And I will seek you all my days
My soul longs for you
That I may give you all my praise

In a dry and thirsty land
If I don't find you I will die
There is no water in this place
For you O Lord must rend the sky

I seek you in your hiding place
To see your power and glory
A touch from you is better than life
I want my life to be your story

With joyful lips I praise your name
Beneath your wing I do rejoice
I'll tell the whole world of your fame
And forever make a joyful noise

For I have found you O my God
I found you there before your throne
I looked and looked and there you were
And now I know I'm not alone

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Les Boys

Les boys do cabaret
Les boys are glad to be gay
Theyre not afraid now
Disco bar in germany
Les boys are glad to be
Upon parade now
Les boys got leather straps
Les boys got ss caps
But they got no gun now
Get dressed up get a little risque
Got to do a little s & m these days
Its all in fun now
Les boys come on again
For the high class whores
And the businessmen
Who drive in their mercedes benz
To a disco bar in old munchen
They get the jokes that the d.j. makes
They get nervous and they make mistakes
Theyre bad for business
Some tourist take a photograph
Les boys dont get one laugh
He says theyre useless
Late at night when theyre gone away
Les boys dream of jean genet
High heel shoes and a black beret
And the posters on the wall that say
Les boys do cabaret
Les boys are glad to be gay

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Guantanamo

Allah the Just, the Merciful.

That must be so
otherwise human beings
would have no conception
of justice or mercy
which is a solemn thought.

Suppose,
and there is no reason that this should not be true,
Allah
watches the unfolding Guantanamo saga
and considers thus:

'That the ignorant of all nations
cry for revenge,
I weep over.
But that those who know the Law
and blazon it as their nation's badge of pride
and then make exception
without remedy,
for years,
that is a crime a hundred times greater.

So I, Allah, the Just, the Merciful,
will allow this injustice to capture the mind
of a hundred Muslim youths
for every detainee;
of these, some may understand the Law;
and weep with Me;
some may ignorantly, cry for revenge
and act it out.

Is this not just and merciful?
It is the Law of ignorance.

Just suppose
He thinks that way.

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Get Unstuck

Leaves from the Tree of Life;
brown and withered,
dried with growing old,
dislodged by the touch of Time;
or green,
with veins still swelling
with rising sap,
torn free by an untimely wind.

What are they,
these dancing treasures?

The more the tree creates,
pushing and budding
out of reaching, branching fingers,
the more they spiral down
and spin and congregate
like giant midges
in every gust and eddy.

What are they,
these dancing treasures
separating
from the Tree of Life?

Thoughts. Thoughts. Thoughts.
Each contains in its form
the whole tree.
Each contains in its form
nothing
the denuded tree
cannot do without.

Spiralling, spinning,
congregating,
they clog drains
and streams
and waterways;
make paths treacherous.
Good for nothing
but rotting down
and feeding
the insatiable hunger,
the thousand breathing mouths
of the sangsara!

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A Christmas Greeting

Here's to you, little mother,
With your boy so far away;
May the joy of service smother
All your grief this Christmas day;
May the magic of his splendor
Thrill your spirit through and through
And may all that's fine and tender
Make a smiling day for you.

May you never know the sadness
That from day to day you dread;
May you never find but gladness
In the Flag that's overhead;
May the good God watch above him
As he stands to duty stern,
And at last to all who love him
May he have a safe return.

Little mother, take the blessing
Of a grateful nation's heart;
May the news that is distressing
Never cause your tears to start;
May there be no fears to haunt you,
And no lonely hours and sad;
May your trials never daunt you,
But may every day be glad.

Little Mother, could I do it,
This my Christmas gift would be:
That he'd safely battle through it,
This to you I'd guarantee.
And I'd pledge to you this morning
Joys to banish all your cares,
Gifts of gold and silver scorning,
I would answer all your prayers.

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930 Ruby Birthstone Of July

Perfect red trigonal crystals
Mined in far Mong Su in Burma
Carmine glowing inner fire
Ruby red like haemoglobin
Ruby purifies the blood stream
Saves the wearer from infection
Brings success and sanctifies you
Perfect red trigonal crystals.

Rubies - rare and blood red gemstones
Beloved of English Kings and Queens.
Colour - cut and carat make it
Perfect gift for any lady
For Ruby Wedding - forty years
Rubies tell of love's devotion
Calm our nerves and dry our tears
Rubies - rare and blood red gemstone.

Hot July has ruby birthstone
To enhance the Sun's red glow
Linked with Zodiac Sign of Cancer
Symbol - power of clear thinking
Through it focussed solar power
Into heart of ruby wearer
Giving strength for life's decisions
Hot July has ruby birthstone.

Rubies red like crimson roses
Perfect red trigonal crystals
Rubies rare and blood red gemstones
Hot July has ruby birthstone
Birthstone ruby has July hot
Gemstones red blood and rare rubies
Crystals trigonal red perfect
Roses crimson like red rubies.

Dedicated to all the PH Ladies - each one of whom
is as precious as a perfect ruby.

(John Knight - Sunny Colchester - 22 January 2010)

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Gain Using Brain

Think carefully thrice
Throw decisions' dice
On the fine brain-floor
Success will knock at your door

You must be brave
Do not think about the grave
Surely from worry-fever
You will soon recover

The World you must leave
But before leaving, you must leave
Principles for ambitious youth
Living in East, West, North and south

Make cowardice face death
For this stop fear's breath
Valuable thoughts you must contribute
Forever then the World will pay tribute

If thought -fertilizers are scant
How can grow brain-plant?
Let brain make the right move
Then only obstacles you can remove

Wonderful plans brain can easily invent
Any hardship it can surely circumvent
A sharp brain is hard-work's gift
For coming up in life, it is the lift

Man has developed great cultures
Remain the same all other creatures
The obvious reason is brain
Thinking is to the brain grain

Life-river when you cross
Hindrances will come across
So skilfully construct the brain-bridge
Keep guiding thought-boards in the edge

If brain remains dull and negative
How can actions become superlative?
Brain is the basic root
That gives sweet success-fruit

If life-land is arid
Sweat can help get rid
Of aridity which is a success -killer
Provided brain becomes an expert-tiller.

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Sonnets of home

I

I dream of building
a mansion, villa
or big white house
with a lot of space,
or maybe a Tuscan place
or two set on a terrace
on a mountain
with a wonderful view
overlooking the ocean
with a ivory white beach
that runs as far
as the eye can see
and to make it home
just for you and me

II

The birds will be our companions
and whales and dolphins
will pass in the bay
and a garden
as big as a park
will run all the way
down to the sea
and every plant and tree
that you like will be there
and vegetables will grow in patches
against the hill and there will be orchards
with juicy red, yellow and orange fruit
and plantations with big green pines
will cover the rest.

III

The house will be a white pillar
that towers like a castle above it all
and a place where any wary traveller
will be welcome to visit and rest
and there will be steps coming down
to the bay and a lift or two or three
next to an azure lagoon
where a cool river splashes down
in a big pronged waterfall
and we will be able
to lie in the bright sun
and run with the dogs
on the white beach
like children having fun.


IV

l’Envoi

Let others live in big crowded cities
and be packed into matchboxes
reaching up into the sky
and have more neighbours
than they care to know
but you and I
will be able to watch
blue waves twist and break
and hear the melody
of the rushing sea
and your studio and our home
will stretch from the hill
down to the aquamarine ocean
and touch the big sapphire sky.

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Daniel Saw The Stone

Oh daniel saw the stone that was hewed out the mountain
Daniel saw the stone that came rolling through babylon
Daniel saw the stone that was hewed out the mountain
Coming down to redeem a mighty world
[repeat above 4 lines]
Well, meet me, jesus, meet me
Meet me in the middle of the air
cause now if these wings should fail me
Lord, I want to hitch on another pair
Oh jesus was the stone that was hewed out the mountain
Jesus was the stone that came rolling through babylon
Jesus was the stone that was hewed out the mountain
Coming down to redeem a mighty world
[repeat above 4 lines]
Oh, well the tree it was bending
Up in the heavenly land
Well, my God spoke unto the holy ghost
He said, come on and lets make man
Im looking for the stone that was hewed out the mountain
Im looking for the stone that came rolling through babylon
Im looking for the stone that was hewed out the mountain
Coming down to redeem a mighty world
[repeat above 4 lines]
Well, now, early in the morning the trumpets gonna sound
The dead and christ is gonna rise
Well, if you aint got good religion
Lord, then hell youll open your eyes
I found that stone that was hewed out the mountain
I found the stone that came rolling through babylon
I found the stone that was hewed out the mountain
Coming down to redeem a mighty world
[repeat above 4 lines]
The main difference between this version and phishs version is that phish only uses the first verse cited here (meet me, jesus, meet me). the other verse that trey sings (the only other verse) is this:
Well, I saw a weary traveler
He was walking on down the road
Well, I saw him later that evening
He was walking on down that road
[followed by the walk, walk, walk... part]

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Can't Get Enough Of Your Love

My darling I, I can't get enough of your love, babe
Girl, I don't know, I don't know why
I can't get enough of your love, babe
Oh, some things I can't get used to
No matter how I try, I try yeah
It's like the more you give, the more I want, say baby
And baby, that's no lie, oh no way
So tell me, what can I say?
What am I gonna do?
How should I feel when everything is you?
What kind of love is this that you're giving me?
Is it in your kiss or just because you're sweet?
Girl, all I know is every time you're here
I feel the change, I feel something move
I scream your name, look what you got me doing
Oh darling I, darling I can't get enough of your love, babe
Girl, I don't know, I don't know why
I can't get enough of your love, babe
Oh, never get enough
Girl, if only I could make you see
And make you understand, and I make ya, and I make
Girl, your love for me is all I need
Is more than I can stand
Ah well, well babe
How can I explain all the things I feel?
You've given me so much, girl, you're so unreal
But still I keep loving you more and more each time
Girl, what am I gonna do because you blow my mind
I get the same old feeling every time you're near
I feel the change, I feel something move
I scream your name, look what you got me doing
Darling I, I can't get enough of your love, babe
Girl, I don't know, I don't know, know why
I can't get enough of your love, babe
Darling I, darling I, I can't get enough of your love, babe
Oh no, oh no
Girl, I don't know, I don't know, know why
I can't get enough of your love, babe
Oh darling I, I can't get enough of your love, babe
Girl, I don't know, don't know why
I can't get enough of your love, baby, baby....
Darling I, I can't get enough of your love, babe
Girl, I don't know, I don't know, know why....

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One day queen

“Ask anything from me “I shall fulfill
Almighty God asked me for realization of will
”in fact I don’t deserve for it any more”
With no skill in me how can I explore? I replied

”You have all the potentials as fake poet
how can you keep silence and remain quiet?
You tried very hard to unset many stalwarts
Without poetic skill you tried to be smart”

You have used talent for gaining ground
Nothing extra ordinary in you was seen or found
You knew your talent and its limitations
Still you have tried to prove it with citations

What else you want to score and achieve?
Do you believe in “earn respect and give? ”
If not then ask whatever you wish or want
I may fulfill your demand and grant

Make me poetess queen for one day”
I want to have complete rule and say
One or two days may sufficiently pave the way
Just help me out to find golden ray

I failed to achieve by dishonest mean
I was desperately trying or very keen
I took precaution that I was not involved in the scene
But in all games virtually I was in

“I appreciate all your qualities”
“That is how I have provided you the facilities”
You will wear poet’s crown for two days
Thereafter find the convenient route or find the ways

But bear in mind and don’t take it for granted
You are slur on poet’s part and never wanted
Poetry level has been brought to lowest ebb
This can continue only on particular web

Many more are following in same way
Without talent they want to have sway
How can this be a healthy and fair game?
Where only tricks, fame and matters the name

This is mere example of what is actually going on
Artificial ratings with popular voting game is on
It may boost ranking and popularity drive
People may fall in trap and really believe


To reach on the top is not child’s play
It has so much in it for readers to say
It may take years to build public opinion
Nobody can help even some influential union

You will have to carve out your own image
It doesn’t matter how much is your age
You must have progressive views without any bondage
It must come on as if fine print on page

God also helps those who help themselves
Person who knows his limitation and behaves
Rest will follow its natural course
Nothing can stop him from reaching top of course

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To The Daisy (fourth poem)

Sweet Flower! belike one day to have
A place upon thy Poet's grave,
I welcome thee once more:
But He, who was on land, at sea,
My Brother, too, in loving thee,
Although he loved more silently,
Sleeps by his native shore.

Ah! hopeful, hopeful was the day
When to that Ship he bent his way,
To govern and to guide:
His wish was gained: a little time
Would bring him back in manhood's prime
And free for life, these hills to climb;
With all his wants supplied.

And full of hope day followed day
While that stout Ship at anchor lay
Beside the shores of Wight;
The May had then made all things green;
And, floating there, in pomp serene,
That Ship was goodly to be seen,
His pride and his delight!

Yet then, when called ashore, he sought
The tender peace of rural thought:
In more than happy mood
To your abodes, bright daisy Flowers!
He then would steal at leisure hours,
And loved you glittering in your bowers
A starry multitude.

But hark the word!--the ship is gone;--
Returns from her long course:--anon
Sets sail:--in season due,
Once more on English earth they stand:
But, when a third time from the land
They parted, sorrow was at hand
For Him and for his crew.

Ill-fated Vessel!--ghastly shock!
--At length delivered from the rock,
The deep she hath regained;
And through the stormy night they steer;
Labouring for life, in hope and fear,
To reach a safer shore--how near,
Yet not to be attained!

"Silence!" the brave Commander cried:
To that calm word a shriek replied,
It was the last death-shriek.
--A few (my soul oft sees that sight)
Survive upon the tall mast's height;
But one dear remnant of the night--
For Him in vain I seek.

Six weeks beneath the moving sea
He lay in slumber quietly;
Unforced by wind or wave
To quit the Ship for which he died,
(All claims of duty satisfied;)
And there they found him at her side;
And bore him to the grave.

Vain service! yet not vainly done
For this, if other end were none,
That He, who had been cast
Upon a way of life unmeet
For such a gentle Soul and sweet,
Should find an undisturbed retreat
Near what he loved, at last--

That neighbourhood of grove and field
To Him a resting-place should yield,
A meek man and a brave!
The birds shall sing and ocean make
A mournful murmur for 'his' sake;
And Thou, sweet Flower, shalt sleep and wake
Upon his senseless grave.

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Ralph Waldo Emerson

In Memoriam

I mourn upon this battle-field,
But not for those who perished here.
Behold the river-bank
Whither the angry farmers came,
In sloven dress and broken rank,
Nor thought of fame.
Their deed of blood
All mankind praise;
Even the serene Reason says,
It was well done.
The wise and simple have one glance
To greet yon stern head-stone,
Which more of pride than pity gave
To mark the Briton's friendless grave.
Yet it is a stately tomb;
The grand return
Of eve and morn,
The year's fresh bloom,
The silver cloud,
Might grace the dust that is most proud.

Yet not of these I muse
In this ancestral place,
But of a kindred face
That never joy or hope shall here diffuse.

Ah, brother of the brief but blazing star!
What hast thou to do with these
Haunting this bank's historic trees?
Thou born for noblest life,
For action's field, for victor's car,
Thou living champion of the right?
To these their penalty belonged:
I grudge not these their bed of death,
But thine to thee, who never wronged
The poorest that drew breath.

All inborn power that could
Consist with homage to the good
Flamed from his martial eye;
He who seemed a soldier born,
He should have the helmet worn,
All friends to fend, all foes defy,
Fronting foes of God and man,
Frowning down the evil-doer,
Battling for the weak and poor.
His from youth the leader's look
Gave the law which others took,
And never poor beseeching glance
Shamed that sculptured countenance.

There is no record left on earth,
Save in tablets of the heart,
Of the rich inherent worth,
Of the grace that on him shone,
Of eloquent lips, of joyful wit;
He could not frame a word unfit,
An act unworthy to be done;
Honour prompted every glance,
Honour came and sat beside him,
In lowly cot or painful road,
And evermore the cruel god
Cried, 'Onward!' and the palm-crown showed.
Born for success he seemed,
With grace to win, with heart to hold,
With shining gifts that took all eyes,
With budding power in college-halls,
As pledged in coming days to forge
Weapons to guard the State, or scourge
Tyrants despite their guards or walls.
On his young promise Beauty smiled,
Drew his free homage unbeguiled,
And prosperous Age held out his hand,
And richly his large future planned,
And troops of friends enjoyed the tide,--
All, all was given, and only health denied.

I see him with superior smile
Hunted by Sorrow's grisly train
In lands remote, in toil and pain,
With angel patience labour on,
With the high port he wore erewhile,
When, foremost of the youthful band,
The prizes in all lists he won;
Nor bate one jot of heart or hope,
And, least of all, the loyal tie
Which holds to home 'neath every sky,
The joy and pride the pilgrim feels
In hearts which round the hearth at home
Keep pulse for pulse with those who roam.

What generous beliefs console
The brave whom Fate denies the goal!
If others reach it, is content;
To Heaven's high will his will is bent.
Firm on his heart relied,
What lot soe'er betide,
Work of his hand
He nor repents nor grieves,
Pleads for itself the fact,
As unrepenting Nature leaves
Her every act.

Fell the bolt on the branching oak;
The rainbow of his hope was broke;
No craven cry, no secret tear,--
He told no pang, he knew no fear;
Its peace sublime his aspect kept,
His purpose woke, his features slept;
And yet between the spasms of pain
His genius beamed with joy again.

O'er thy rich dust the endless smile
Of Nature in thy Spanish isle
Hints never loss or cruel break
And sacrifice for love's dear sake,
Nor mourn the unalterable Days
That Genius goes and Folly stays.
What matters how, or from what ground,
The freed soul its Creator found?
Alike thy memory embalms
That orange-grove, that isle of palms,
And these loved banks, whose oak-boughs bold
Root in the blood of heroes old.

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William Cowper

The Secrets Of Divine Love Are To Be Kept

Sun! stay thy course, this moment stay--
Suspend the o'er flowing tide of day,
Divulge not such a love as mine,
Ah! hide the mystery divine;
Lest man, who deems my glory shame,
Should learn the secret of my flame.

O night! propitious to my views,
Thy sable awning wide diffuse;
Conceal alike my joy and pain,
Nor draw thy curtain back again,
Though morning, by the tears she shows,
Seems to participate my woes.

Ye stars! whose faint and feeble fires
Express my languishing desires,
Whose slender beams pervade the skies,
As silent as my secret sighs,
Those emanations of a soul,
That darts her fires beyond the Pole;

Your rays, that scarce assist the sight,
That pierce, but not displace the night;
That shine indeed, but nothing shew
Of all those various scenes below,
Bring no disturbance, rather prove
Incentives to a sacred love.

Thou moon! whose never–failing course
Bespeaks a providential force,
Go, tell the tidings of my flame
To Him who calls the stars by name;
Whose absence kills, whose presence cheers;
Who blots, or brightens, all my years.

While, in the blue abyss of space,
Thine orb performs its rapid race;
Still whisper in his listening ears
The language of my sighs and tears;
Tell him, I seek him, far below,
Lost in a wilderness of woe.

Ye thought–composing, silent hours,
Diffusing peace o'er all my powers;
Friends of the pensive, who conceal,
In darkest shades, the flames I feel;
To you I trust, and safely may,
The love that wastes my strength away.

In sylvan scenes and caverns rude,
I taste the sweets of solitude;
Retired indeed, but not alone,
I share them with a spouse unknown,
Who hides me here from envious eyes,
From all intrusion and surprise.

Imbowering shades and dens profound!
Where echo rolls the voice around;
Mountains! whose elevated heads
A moist and misty veil o'erspreads;
Disclose a solitary bride
To him I love--to none beside.

Ye rills, that, murmuring all the way,
Among the polished pebbles stray;
Creep silently along the ground,
Lest, drawn by that harmonious sound,
Some wanderer, whom I would not meet,
Should stumble on my loved retreat.

Enamelled meads, and hillocks green,
And streams that water all the scene,
Ye torrents, loud in distant ears,
Ye fountains, that receive my tears,
Ah! still conceal, with caution due,
A charge I trust with none but you.

If, when my pain and grief increase
I seem to enjoy the sweetest peace,
It is because I find so fair,
The charming object of my care,
That I can sport and pleasure make
Of torment suffered for his sake.

Ye meads and groves, unconscious things!
Ye know not whence my pleasure springs;
Ye know not, and ye cannot know,
The source from which my sorrows flow:
The dear sole cause of all I feel,--
He knows, and understands them well.

Ye deserts, where the wild beasts rove,
Scenes sacred to my hours of love;
Ye forests, in whose shades I stray,
Benighted under burning day;
Ah! whisper not how blest am I,
Nor while I live, nor when I die.

Ye lambs, who sport beneath these shades,
And bound along the mossy glades;
Be taught a salutary fear,
And cease to bleat when I am near:
The wolf may hear your harmless cry,
Whom ye should dread as much as I.

How calm, amid these scenes, my mind;
How perfect is the peace I find!
Oh hush, be still, my every part,
My tongue, my pulse, my beating heart!
That love, aspiring to its cause,
May suffer not a moment's pause.

Ye swift–finned nations, that abide
In seas, as fathomless as wide;
And, unsuspicious of a snare,
Pursue at large your pleasures there;
Poor sportive fools! how soon does man
Your heedless ignorance trepan.

Away! dive deep into the brine,
Where never yet sunk plummet line;
Trust me, the vast leviathan
Is merciful, compared with man;
Avoid his arts, forsake the beach,
And never play within his reach.

My soul her bondage ill endures;
I pant for liberty like yours;
I long for that immense profound,
That knows no bottom and no bound:
Lost in infinity, to prove
The incomprehensible of love.

Ye birds, that lessen as ye fly,
And vanish in the distant sky;
To whom yon airy waste belongs,
Resounding with your cheerful songs;
Haste to escape from human sight;
Fear less the vulture and the kite.

How blest and how secure am I,
When, quitting earth, I soar on high;
When lost, like you I disappear,
And float in a sublimer sphere;
Whence falling, within human view,
I am ensnared and caught like you!

Omniscient God, whose notice deigns,
To try the heart and search the reins,
Compassionate the numerous woes,
I dare not, e'en to thee, disclose;
O save me from the cruel hands
Of men who fear not thy commands!

Love, all–subduing and divine,
Care for a creature truly thine;
Reign in a heart, disposed to own
No sovereign but thyself alone;
Cherish a bride who cannot rove,
Nor quit thee for a meaner love!

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