HAPPY SOLITUDE—UNHAPPY MEN
Vol. 2, Cantique 89.
MY heart is easy, and my burden light;
I smile, though sad, when thou art in my sight:
The more my woes in secret I deplore,
I taste thy goodness, and I love, the more.
There, while a solemn stillness reigns around,
Faith, Love, and Hope, within my soul abound;
And while the world suppose me lost in care,
The joys of angels, unperceiv'd, I share.
Thy creatures wrong thee, O! thou sov'reign Good!
Thou art not lov'd, because not understood;
This grieves me most, that vain pursuits beguile
Ungrateful men, regardless of thy smile.
Frail beauty, and false honor, are ador'd;
While Thee they scorn, and trifle with thy word;
Pass, unconcern'd, a Saviour's sorrows by;
And hunt their ruin, with a zeal to die.
LIVING WATER.
Vol. 4, Cantique 81.
THE fountain in its source,
No drought of summer fears;
The farther it pursues its course,
The nobler it appears.
