THE TRIUMPH OF HEAVENLY LOVE DESIRED

BY:  MADAME JEANNE GUYON

 

Ah! reign, wherever man is found!

My spouse, beloved and divine!

Then I am rich, and I abound,

When every human heart is thine.

 

A thousand sorrows pierce my soul,

To think that all are not thine own:

Ah! be adored from pole to pole;

Where is thy zeal? arise; be known!

 

All hearts are cold, in every place,

Yet earthly good with warmth pursue;

Dissolve them with a flash of grace,

Thaw these of ice, and give us new!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE TRIUMPH OF HEAVENLY LOVE DESIRED [Madame Jeanne Guyon] ~ POEM         1

 

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