BRAND.
[Follows him awhile with his eyes.]
Never did word so sorely prove
The smirch of lies, as this word Love:
With devilish craft, where will is frail,
Men lay Love over, as a veil,
And cunningly conceal thereby
That all their life is coquetry.
Whose path’s the steep and perilous slope,
Let h i m but love ,-and he may shirk it;
If he prefer Sin’s easy circuit,
Let him but love ,-he still may hope;
If God he seeks, but fears the fray,
Let him but love ,-’tis straight his prey;
If with wide-open eyes he err,
Let him but love ,-there’s safety there!