Come, all ye faithful—come, and dare to prove

The bitter-sweet, the pain and bliss of love.”

So cried the child unto that crowd of men;

All hearts with fiery longings kindled then;

Towàrd the pile they headlong rushing came,

And soon their souls fed sweetly on the flame.

II.

A dew-drop falling on the wild sea wave,

Exclaimed in fear—“I perish in this grave;”