THE STAR OF LOVE

Time's cycle rolls — once more I hail the day

On which propitious Heaven sent to Earth,

Disguised in thy fair form, in mortal birth,

The Star of Love, whose pure celestial ray

Glides through the spirit's gloom and lights the way

To bliss! I hail thy coming‘ midst the dearth

Of the soul's aspirations, when the worth

Of hearts like thine had ceased men's hearts to sway.

I greet thee, Love, and with thee scale the height,

That cloudless height where winged spirits rest:

Where the deep yearnings of the mortal breast,

From mortal bin set free, reveal to sight

That living Presence, that Eternal Light

In which enwrapt the eager soul is blest.