An Apology For The Fore-Going hymn, AS HAVING BEEN WRIT WHEN THE AUTHOR WAS YET THUS have I back again to thy bright name, Speak Heav'n like her's, is my soul's countryman. From thence into the wondering reader's breast; Where flows such wine as we can have of none Its tincture from the rosy nectar; wine E The Flaming heart: UPON THE BOOK AND PICTURE OF THE SERAPHICAL SAINT WELL-MEANING readers! you that come as friends, Make not too much haste to admire That fair-cheek'd fallacy of fire That is a seraphim, they say, Readers, be ruled by me; and make Painter, what didst thou understand To put her dart into his hand? See, even the years and size of him This is the mistress-flame; and duteous he Had thy cold pencil kiss'd her pen, To show us this faint shade for her. Why, man, this speaks pure mortal frame; And mocks with female frost Love's manly flame. One would suspect thou meant'st to paint Some weak, inferior, woman-saint. But had thy pale-faced purple took Fire from the burning cheeks of that bright book, Thou wouldst on her have heap'd up all That could be found seraphical; Whate'er this youth of fire wears fair, Rosy fingers, radiant hair, Glowing cheek, and glist'ring wings, Had fill'd the hand of this great heart. Undress thy seraphim into mine; Give him the veil, give her the dart. Give her the dart, for it is she (Fair youth) shoots both thy shaft and thee; What is't your tasteful spirits do prove CARMEN DEO NOSTRO. In that rare life of her, and Love? What magazines of immortal arms there shine! Give me the suffering seraphim. His be the bravery of all those bright things, Leave her alone the flaming heart. Leave her that; and thou shalt leave her Not one loose shaft, but Love's whole quiver; A nobler weapon than a wound. O heart! the equal poise of Love's both parts, Live in these conquering leaves; live all the same; |