Love’s Slavery — XXVI
Come, and be Love’s willing Slave;
Thee Love’s Slavery will save.
Leave the Slavery of the World,
Take Love’s Service, sweet and brave.
The Free, the World makes enslaved;
Aye to Slaves, Love Freedom gave.
As the Bird freed from the Egg,
From the World release I crave.
Free me from the Shell that clings;
Give me Life as from the Grave.
O Love, the Quail in Spring’s Free Fields,
In Songs of wildest Joy must rave.