The Philosophy of Love. [A Plea in Defence of Virtue and Truth!] A Poem in Six Cantos, with Other Poems
An Admonition
An Admonition.
“Weep not for me!” her spirit sings,
When forth escaping from her coil of clay;
And ent’ring on yon realms of endless day,
Where her glad welcome rings.
Religion;
Joy;
Sadness“Weep not for me; I am not lost,
Though not in the old tenement I’m found;
But gone to where
eternal joys abound;—
Time’s Jordan now is crossed!
“Weep not for me, no cares are mine;
My pains, and sorrows all, are left behind;
I triumph now o’er every ill combined;
And in full glory shine!
Your
weeping never can avail
Me to recall from these bright scenes of bliss:
But rather seek ye untold happiness,
Which here can sole prevail!
“Why will ye weep? ye lose your time
In mourning; when ye should employ ’twith care
T’ extol the
Lord! For this same
change prepare!
It is ’bove all—
Sublime!
“Weep not for me! But, oh! rejoice
At condescending
love on me bestow’d,
As thus t’ enjoy this
union with my
God;
And, all
His gracious choice!
“No longer weep! But,
haste, resume
The work of
faith, which is to
thee assign’d.—
Redeem thy time; lest Death
thee lagging find;
And
thine be sorrow’s doom!”