FUTURE BLESSEDNESS. (Anonymous.) THE blessedness of those above, Why longs my panting soul to know? For heavenly bliss I know is love, And love is felt by saints below. But love so pure, exalted high The soul from sense must be refined, There love springs pure and unrepressed, There all are loved, and love again; Love fills each swelling cherub breast, Love res each burning seraph train. Oh, when shall I-this conflict o'er- With love, celestial love inspired? THE END. 21 (384) |