Waw. 221. (390.) O Love, for ever doth heaven's wheel design 222. (392.) Yon palace, towering to the welkin blue, And thus she made complaint, “Coo Coo, Coo, Coo!" 223. (393.) We come and go, but for the gain, where is it? And spin life's woof, but for the warp, where is it? And many a righteous man has burned to dust 'Neath heaven's blue rondure, but their smoke, where is it? 224. (395.) Such as I am, Thy power created me, Thy care hath kept me for a century! Through all these years I make experiment, If my sins or Thy mercy greater be. 225. (396.) "Take up thy cup and goblet, Love," I said, 'Haunt purling river bank, and grassy glade; Full many a moon-like form has heaven's wheel Oft into cup, oft into goblet, made!" 226. (397.) We buy new wine and old, our cups to fill, Know you where you will go to after death? Set wine before me, and go where you will! 227. (398.) Was e'er man born who never went astray? Did ever mortal pass a sinless day? If I do ill, do not requite with ill! Evil for evil how canst Thou repay? G 228. (401.) Man, like a ball, hither and thither goes, As fate's resistless bat directs the blows; But He, who gives thee up to this rude sport, He knows what drives thee, yea, He knows, He know 229. (403.) Let not base avarice enslave thy mind, He. 230. (406.) O THOU who hast done ill, and ill alone, 231. (408.) These heavens, methinks, are like an o'erturned cup, 232. (410.) The drop wept for his severance from the sea, But the sea smiled, for "I am all," said he, "The Truth is all in all, there's naught beside, That one point circling apes plurality." 233. (414.) Bulbuls, doting on roses, oft complain 234. (418.) Alas! my wasted life has gone to wrack! 235. (419.) I could repent of all, but of wine, never! I could dispense with all, but with wine, never! Could I abjure my Magian wine? no, never! 236. (420.) We rest our hopes on Thy free grace alone, |