The Philosophy of Love. [A Plea in Defence of Virtue and Truth!] A Poem in Six Cantos, with Other Poems
“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.
“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!
“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!”