Chapter IV
Let no man say, `He at his lady’s feetLays worship that to Heaven alone belongs;Yea, swings the incense that for God is meetIn flippant censers of light lover’s songs.’Who says it, knows not God, nor love, nor thee;For love is large as is yon heavenly dome:In love’s great blue, each passion is full freeTo fly his favorite flight and build his home.Did e’er a lark with skyward-pointing beakStab by mischance a level-flying dove?Wife-love flies level, his dear mate to seek:God-love darts straight into the skies above.Crossing, the windage of each other’s wingsBut speeds them both upon their journeyings.
Baltimore, 1874.