O LOVE, to thee I own, I wept in Night's dark Thought; But now thy radiant Sun to me hath bright Day brought. O SOUL of my own Soul, my I as I am Thou: Thou art the All, and I in thee have all I sought. Thou art Life's Sweetness self, Intoxication full,— The brimming Sea of Pearls, the Gold to pureness wrought. Whoe'er approaches thee, must first his Soul resign; He dies beneath thy frown, lives when thy Smile is caught. Thy Favour thrills in fear the trembling Lover's heart, Till comes thy Wrath and smites his Weakness into Naught. Discordia Concors XIII. I saw how Sunward soaring, an Eagle cleaved the air; And how in Shadow sitting, there coo'd a Turtle pair. I saw how o'er the Heavens, the Clouds in Herds rush'd wild; And how close round the Shepherd the Lambkins gather'd fair. I heard the Stars all asking: When shall we rise again? And Buds in Seedlings folded sigh: Doth Love for us care? I saw a Grass blade blossom at Morn and fade at Night; While Cedars braved a thousand Years the Tempests raging there. I saw old Ocean's Billows like Kings all crowned with foam, Then flung from Rocks, down fallen, like Penitents in Prayer. I saw a Dewdrop sparkling, nor did it Danger dread; But, soon consumed, it vanish'd, that sun-bright Jewel rare. I saw close crowding Mankind new Towns and Castles rear; And swarming Ants heaped Hillocks up, with Winter's garner'd fare. I saw the Warhorse prancing and trampling golden Grain; And all his Hoofs were redden'd with the Blood of Love's Despair. I saw the Winter weaving from Flakes a Robe of Death; And the Spring found Earth in Mourning, all naked, lone and bare. I heard Time's Loom a-whirring that wove the Sun's dim Veil; I saw a Worm a-weaving in Life-threads its own Lair. I saw the Great was Smallest, and saw the Smallest Great; For God had set His Likeness on all the Things that were. Renovation XIV.