Charles Harpur

Love

My soul; is raying like a star,
  My heart is happier than a bird,
And all because, through fortune’€™s jar,
  I hear one little word.
I feel as if all life and might
  Had started on a loftier course,
As if all passion and delight
  Were deepened at the source.
 
I feel as if the very air
  Was breathed from out the heart of love,
And in my heart, still rapture rare,
  Sat brooding like a dove.
 
O beauty! Even through a word
  What powers are thine to raise and bless!
O love! A seraph’€™s voice is heard
  In thy confiding Yes!
 
Love is God’€™s messenger divine,
  And nature, tending up to God,
Shall breathe His clear air pure and fine
  Whatever love hath trod.
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