Love’s Freedom — XX
O Bird, that freest to Freedom win;
Love caged thee in that Prison thin.
O Soul, if thou, too, wouldst be free,
Then love the Love that shuts thee in.
’Tis Love that twisteth every Snare;
’Tis Love that snaps the Bond of Sin.
Love sounds the Music of the Spheres;
Love echoes through Earth’s harshest Din.
Love fills with Fragrance Heaven’s sweet Air;
Love’s deft Hands Life’s gold Fibres spin.
The World is God’s pure Mirror clear,
To Eyes when free from Clouds within.
With Love’s own Eyes the Mirror view,
And there see God to Self akin.
Then praise Him, Soul, enflamed with Love
As Larks in Dawn, new Songs begin.