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The Central Point, in circles swift but true;
And in their orbits flying thus for ever,
Sing forth a choral song of burning love,
To that Creator who loves them again.
Oft have I thought, the law which Newton named
The Law of Gravitation, is the Law
Of Love, which God had called the Law of Love.
And if a world could ever hate the rest,
'Twould rush forever to the abysm of gloom,
And dreariest part of chaos. I infer
_God's man was made to love and nought to hate
Only the Ill which God and Angels hate._

Ah! happy spirits were they all in heaven,
And all loved God, and one another loved--
And all moved round the Triune God enthroned--
In blissful circles--nearing him for aye,
Yet not approaching ever--till that Foul
And Hateful One fell off from love and then
Fell down into his dark, eternal den,
Where love's sweet beam can never, never reach.

THE LOVERS.

Two lovers in the strength of life,
Had built a beauteous home,
Where tall, ancestral oaks uprose,
O'ershadowing their high dome.

He was a tall and manly form,
With ringlets dark like night;
But she was like the lily's stem,
With eyes of moon-like light.

Six happy years they chronicled
Within their nest of bliss;
To taste each day some sweetest joy,
They could not go amiss.

Three little images of them,
Two boys and one a maid,
Beneath those high, ancestral oaks,
With silver laughter, played.

The thunder-blast of war came o'er
The lover's startled soul;
The wife bowed low her head and heart,
To sorrow's strong control.

The lady drooped--as droops a flower
Without the sun or rain;
And now at twilight's hectic flush,
She sang a wild, low strain:

"He's gone, I cannot smile as when
I saw him at my side!
Ah me! the memory of that hour
When I was his new bride.

"Our two young hearts were joined in love,
As two bright lamps of flame,
Cut off from him, life is to me
A mockery and a name.

"God help my helpless little ones,
And keep them for his own.
My heart is breaking--husband! long
Thou shalt not be alone."

When faded all the autumn flowers
The lady surely died--
Broken the bands that bound her life
To him--his wife and bride.

Love was the Cause of all things, and the End,
For God is Love, and ever will be Love.
God's grey-beard prophets sang a future time,
When all would be restored in love to God,
And the first Eden be rebuilt on earth;
That lions and all lambs should pla