The Altogether Lovely. - Poem by Mather Byles
Oft has thy Name employ'd my Muse,
Thou Lord of all above:
Oft has my Song to thee arose,
My Song, inspir'd by Love.
My Heart has oft confess'd in Flame,
And melted all away:
Thou art by Night my hourly Dream,
My hourly Thought by Day.
Each Feature o'er thee is a Charm,
And ev'ry Limb a Grace;
Divinely beauteous all thy Form,
Divinely fair thy Face.
Thy Love to me how large! how full!
How kind are thy Commands!
Take, O my Love, take all my Soul
For ever in thy Hands.
Those bleeding Hands, which on the Cross
Were stretch'd for my Caress:
In the dear Thought my Life I loose-
Was ever Love like this!
Weep, weep my Eyes, let gushing Tears
Stream in an endless flow:
Love on his dying Lips he wears,
His Wounds Compassion show.
Now he remembers me, and speaks,
I hear his Voice; Forgive:
In the dead Pale that spreads his Cheeks;
Ten thousand Beauties live.
Lord, my Affections all are thine,
Warm'd with a grateful Fire;
And thou, O best Belov'd, art mine,
My Hope, and my Desire.
Conspiring Love, conspiring Charms,
Confess thee all my Joy:
Come, heav'nly Fair, come to my Arms
And all my Pow'rs employ.
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