Linger on me, oh love,
Which reaches like a gust;
And you, my mind,
Aspire to higher things;
Grow rich in that which never takes rust;
Whatever fades, fading pleasure brings.
Draw in your beams,
And humble all your might,
To that sweet yoke where lasting freedoms be;
Which breaks the clouds,
And opens forth the light,
That both shine, and give me sight to see.
Oh love, take hold fast;
Let that light be your guide,
In this small course
Which birth draws out to death,
And think how rig our beckons me to slide,
Who seeks love, and comes heavenly breath.
Then farewell, world;
Thy utmost I see:
Eternal love, mountain thy life in me.
