Poems (Vadlan)/Our Love
OUR LOVE
On that first evening when thine eyes sought mine,
In eager anticipation and delight,
Didst not thou pour thy burning embers
On my soul, which would endure forevermore!
In eager anticipation and delight,
Didst not thou pour thy burning embers
On my soul, which would endure forevermore!
And when the night had drawn her curtain round,
Did not thine heart with feelings
Unexpressed. give forth the fire
That should burn on by sun, or moon. or star?
Did not thine heart with feelings
Unexpressed. give forth the fire
That should burn on by sun, or moon. or star?
Alas! dear heart of mine, that such a rent
Should come, between our paths;
Did we not hold a holy sacred sway
O'er each other's hearts and way?
Should come, between our paths;
Did we not hold a holy sacred sway
O'er each other's hearts and way?
But the living embers burn every one,
Lit by the Eternal Light and never one
Shall die. but reign beyond if not here;
In divine brightness in the Kingdom near.
Lit by the Eternal Light and never one
Shall die. but reign beyond if not here;
In divine brightness in the Kingdom near.
'Twas no fond foolishness and idle sport,
But the Infinite into which, we two were dipped
At the self-same time and tuned to sing one glorious song
Of love. unboundless and unbounding long.
But the Infinite into which, we two were dipped
At the self-same time and tuned to sing one glorious song
Of love. unboundless and unbounding long.
It was and still is yet of value more than gold,
But like the best of metals
Into the furnace heat of trial and trouble come,
To perfect. it must take its lengthened run.
But like the best of metals
Into the furnace heat of trial and trouble come,
To perfect. it must take its lengthened run.
Yet would we have it otherwise, knowing the Father's plan?
Ah! no, rather let us endure the heat and burning.
So at the last, we may feel
The true warmth of perfect, peaceful joy returning.
Ah! no, rather let us endure the heat and burning.
So at the last, we may feel
The true warmth of perfect, peaceful joy returning.
We know, we understand, the faintest wish or sigh,
That oft escapes in the purifying flame,
But when tis done, all glory be
To Him who is our Sun.
That oft escapes in the purifying flame,
But when tis done, all glory be
To Him who is our Sun.
To be more like the perfect man and feel, the more His perfect life
In ours, repays the past and present joys and pain,
To know that in the end twill all be gain,
The heavenly home, the palm stamped with the Father's name.
In ours, repays the past and present joys and pain,
To know that in the end twill all be gain,
The heavenly home, the palm stamped with the Father's name.