Poems (Sharpless)/Love
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LOVE
Like no Minerva true love springs to birth; Slowly she steals o'er the unwitting heart, And, while disdaining falsehood's petty art,She screens herself 'neath friendship's oft-proved worth:She is an angel come to dwell on earth, To bring us nearer to the Spirit-world;Her eyes are telling of celestial lands; Her Father's banner o'er her is unfurled;His blessing filleth both her eager hands. See! now she knocketh at my spirit's door. Enter thou, O ministrant of Heaven, depart thence never more!