Felicia Hemans

“ Give the worn soul once more its pinions free!
"I must love on, O God!
This bosom must love on!—but let Thy breath
Touch and make pure the flame that knows not death,
Bearing it up to Heaven, Love's own abode!" ”

“ The dark leaves thrill'd with prayer—the tearful prayer,
Of woman's quenchless, yet repentant love.
⁠ "Father of spirits, hear!
Look on the inmost soul, to Thee reveal'd;
Look on the fountain of the burning tear,
Before Thy sight, in solitude unseal'd!
"Hear, Father! hear and aid!
If I have loved too well, if I have shed,
In my vain fondness, o'er a mortal head
Gifts, on Thy shrine, my God, more fitly laid:
"If I have sought to live
But in one light, and made a mortal eye
The lonely star of my idolatry,
—Thou, that art Love! oh, pity and forgive! ”