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THE MARRIAGE OF TRUE MINDS.
It floods with sweetness, sweetness never knowing
Loss for the bounty of its overflowing!
Loss for the bounty of its overflowing!
Thou callest me thy Pearl!
O that indeed I were
A bright pearl gleaming fair,
A white pearl in its quivering lustre, yet
Faint-shining like a tear,—a tear that met
With comfort ere it fell, and trembling hung
Awhile, all round and glistening, where it sprung;
Then would I fall and lie,
Beloved, in thy cup dissolving slow
At Life's great banquet, and thou shouldst not know
What gave thy wine the tinge of ecstasy!
O that indeed I were
A bright pearl gleaming fair,
A white pearl in its quivering lustre, yet
Faint-shining like a tear,—a tear that met
With comfort ere it fell, and trembling hung
Awhile, all round and glistening, where it sprung;
Then would I fall and lie,
Beloved, in thy cup dissolving slow
At Life's great banquet, and thou shouldst not know
What gave thy wine the tinge of ecstasy!
O that indeed I were
A star, a jewel rare,
A soft snow-plumaged dove.
An Angel from above;
Thou say est, "These are mine,"
And hast but one poor heart; yet love,
Love on, and all are thine!
A star, a jewel rare,
A soft snow-plumaged dove.
An Angel from above;
Thou say est, "These are mine,"
And hast but one poor heart; yet love,
Love on, and all are thine!
