South Branch Intelligencer

Poetry.

INFINITE LOVE.

In life's cloudless morning, while all is serene,
While the sunbeams of pleasure enliven each scene;
Ere the visions of fancy have fled from our view,
Or fortune proved fickle, or friend proved untrue--
How pleasing the thought, that each gift from above,
Is sent as a foretaste of Infinite Love.

When the world with its cares has encircled us round.
Like the ark in the flood; or when we first have found
That the pleasures of earth, tho' in prospect so fair,
Are but beautiful bubbles and lighter than air--
How pleasing the thought that we shortly shall prove
Those joys which are lasting as Infinite Love.

When the friend who was once to our bosom more dear
Than the life-blood which warm'd it, has proved insincere;
When the fond hopes we cherish'd have vanish'd away,
Like the light dews of morn in the sun's fervid ray--
How sweet the reflection, that nothing can move
The friendship who saves us through Infinite Love.

When sorrow and sickness have sadden'd the soul,
From mortality's shore as life's last surges roll;
When Nature. still fearful of Jordan's cold stream,
Dreads the hope of futurity proving a dream:
How soothing to see the compassionate Love,
Descend to assure us of Infinite Love.

Yes. sweet is the thought when the cold silent tomb
Shall throw round this body mortality's gloom,
The spirit, on angel's wings carried away,
Shall bask in the sunshine of unclouded day,
And join the song with blest spirits above,
"To Him who redeemed us" --in Infinite Love.