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LOVE----A CONFESSION. 107
Panting for that tender union,
For that sympathetic glow, For that melting heart communion,
Which methought earth could not know.
Thus, while., all below seem'd dreary, Faith was pointing through the vale,
But my soul was sad and weary, And I fear'd 'twould faint and fail.
Now a softer gale breathes o'er me, And my pathway seems to shine,
For a being stands before me With a heart that beats like mine.
Not an angel—for their pinions Have been spread above my way—
One that, in earth's dark dominions, Has been struggling on like me.
One with sympathetic feeling, With affection deep and true—
Love around my heart is stealing With a bliss it never knew.
Saviour, O thy love shall never Yield its place to earthly bliss !
But its deep and holy fervour Shall be mingled e'en with this ! |
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