Oh, speak, and tell me how I mayThy love with my poor love repay.Twere little in love s fiercest fireFor Thee to languish of desire ; Nor pain nor death could pay the debt;To be consumed were little yet.And now, since words can say no more,Accept, Beloved, I implore,This unreserved gift from me,All, all I am I give to Thee.------------------HYMN.
The Soul introduced into the Wine-Cellar, and already inebriated with Divine Love.
“ He brought me into the cellar of wine, he set in order charity in me”Cant. ii. 4
Oh ! where am I ? What cell is thisIn which I breathe an air of blissSo heavenly that I burn and pine,Consumed with flames of love divine?Who led me to this garden fair,So rich with flowers of beauty rare,Whose thousand-scented breaths impartA perfume sweet which fills the heart?A sleep unearthly calms my heart ;Vain creatures, wake me not, depart !Ah ! leave me, leave me, I entreat,To sleep yet on, in peace so sweet.