The Purity of Passion.
As the sunshine wooes the water
Till it gleams with glad’ning smiles,
And the burning earth’s bare beauty
The soothing cloud beguiles;
As the valley lies contented
’Neath the shelt’ring mountain high,
And the wild flow’r yields its sweetness
To the winsome butterfly;
As the winds with gentle tremor
The willing leaves caress,
And the vine entwines the oak tree
With loving tenderness;
As the planets in their orbits
Their satellites allure,
So—in perfect health and reason—
Is Love’s passion to the pure.
