A stream of love wells forth when I recall thy
Now is thy temple waste, thy glory passed away.
Had I an eagle's wings, straight would I fly to thee,
Moisten thy holy dust with wet cheeks streaming free.
Oh, how I long for thee ! albeit thy King has gone,
Albeit where balm once flowed, the serpent dwells alone.
Could I but kiss thy dust, so would I fain expire.
As sweet as honey then, my passion, my desire !
ON THE VOYAGE TO JERUSALEM.
I.
My two-score years and ten are over.
Never again shall youth be mine.
The years are ready-winged for flying,
What crav'st thou still of feast and wine ?
Wilt thou still court man's acclamation.
Forgetting what the Lord hath said ?
And forfeiting thy weal eternal.
By thine own guilty heart misled ?
Shalt thou have never done with folly,
Still fresh and new must it arise ?
Oh heed it not, heed not the senses.
But follow God, be meek and wise ;
