Article #77 - Love

  Oh! if there is one law above the rest

Written in Wisdom – if there is a word

That I would trace as with a pen of fire

Upon the unsullied temper of a child

If there is any thing that keeps the mind

Open to angel visits, and repels

The ministry of ill – ‘tis Human Love!

God has made nothing worthy of contempt

The smallest pebble in the well of Truth

Has its peculiar meanings, and will stand

When man’s best monuments wear fast away

The law of Heaven is Love – and though its name

Has been usurped by passion and profaned

To its unholy uses through all time

Still, the external principle is pure;

And in these deep affections that we feel

Omnipotent within us, can we see

The lavish measure in which love is given

And in yearning tenderness of a child

For every bird that sings above its head,

And every creature feeding on the hills,

And every tree and flower and running brook

We see how every thing was made to love

And how they err, when in a world like this,

Find any thing to hate but human pride.