Love

My soul; is raying like a star, My heart is happier than a bird, And all because, through fortune’s jar, I hear one little word. I feel as if all life and might Had started on a loftier course, As if all passion and delight Were deepened at the source. I feel as if the very air Was breathed from out the heart of love, And in my heart, still rapture rare, Sat brooding like a dove. O beauty! Even through a word What powers are thine to raise and bless! O love! A seraph’s voice is heard In thy confiding Yes! Love is God’s messenger divine, And nature, tending up to God, Shall breathe His clear air pure and fine Whatever love hath trod.