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CHAPTER XI

POEMS

Come Thou

C	OME, in the minstrel's lay;
	When two hearts meet,

 And true hearts greet,

And all is morn and May.

Come Thou! and now, anew,

 To thought and deed

 Give sober speed,

Thy will to know, and do.

Stay! till the storms are o'er —

 The cold blasts done,

 The reign of heaven begun,

And Love, the evermore.

Be patient, waiting heart:

 Light, Love divine

 Is here, and thine;

You therefore cannot part.

“The seasons come and go:

 Love, like the sea,

 Rolls on with thee, —

But knows no ebb and flow.