A Song Of Love Poem by James Ephraim McGirt

A song I sing a blessing so divine,
Which all can feel yet no one can define;
It comes like hallowed glory from above,
We feel the joy and call the blessing love.

Just as we know when zephyr's in the rye,
We cannot see, still how we mark their way;
Just so it is when love meets you and me—
We bend and sway.

For who can hide the love that's in his breast?
He only feels, though known by all the rest;
For when love comes the gall is changed to sweet,
It brought the valiant Hector to its feet.

Just as love brought the heroes kneeling down,
She leads the world quite gently with her sway,
No need of lash—just simpy smile or frown—
We will obey.

Yes, love can lead her victim just at will;
Greater the pain greater he loves her still;
Through thorns and thistles 'till his feet are sore,
She bids him stop; he cries to follow more.

Just as a bird must know the limb's secure
Before she comes to build on it her nest,
So love will nestle when she finds us true,
Deep in our breast.

Just as we bruise a pear to make it sweet,
So love will bruise her victim with her feet;
It shoves the baby eagle from its nest;
Before it falls her wings go 'neath its breast.