By Love’s Design

Joy — Thou Spark of Heav’n’s delight
Born of some Eternal Place
We, alight — with fevered Heart

Seek Thy Everlasting Grace!
Thy Hand doth mend where we divide
The fractured souls — by custom spurned
And Men — like Brothers side by side
Beneath Thy Wings have returned.

He who dares the noble quest
To bind a Friend within his care
Or finds the Heart of Woman blest
Let him in thy Rapture share!
And though one Heart may claim but One
He joins — the grand Jubilant Line
Yet those who’ve wandered all alone
Shall mourn outside Love’s Design.

Creation drinks from Joy’s pure breast!
And good and ill upon her trail
All kiss the Vine by Heaven blessed
For Friend and Love shall never fail.

The worm within his quiet hole
Finds Bliss beneath the clod
And even Angels fold their wings
In Joy — before their God!

Gladly like the Suns that sweep
Through Heav’n’s vast and noble Plan
March, my Brethren, hand in hand
In Joy — like Heroes — stand!

:: 09.24.2024 ::