A Saviour doubles all my joys,
And sweetens all my pains,
His strength in my defence employs,
Consoles me, and sustains.
I fear no ill, resent no wrong:
Nor feel a passion move,
When malice whets her sland'rous tongue;
Such patience is in Love.
SCENES FAVORABLE TO MEDITATION.
Vol. 3, Cantique 83.
WILDS horrid and dark with o'ershadowing trees,
Rocks that ivy and briars infold,
Scenes, nature with dread and astonishment sees,
But I with a pleasure untold!
Though awfully silent, and shaggy and rude,
I am charm'd with the peace ye afford,
Your shades are a temple where none will intrude,
The abode of my Lover and Lord.
I am sick of thy splendor, O! fountain of day!
And here I am hid from thy beams,
Here safely contemplate a brighter display
Of the noblest and holiest themes.
Ye forests that yield me my sweetest repose,
