Power of Love
Love,
indeed
thy
strength
is
mighty
Thus,
alone,
such
strife
to
bear
—
Three
'gainst
one,
and
never
ceasing
—
Death,
and
Madness,
and
Despair!
'Tis
not
my
own
strength
has
saved
me;
Health,
and
hope,
and
fortitude,
But
for
love,
had
long
since
failed
me;
Heart
and
soul
had
sunk
subdued.
Often,
in
my
wild
impatience,
I
have
lost
my
trust
in
Heaven,
And
my
soul
has
tossed
and
struggled,
Like
a
vessel
tempest-driven;
But
the
voice
of
my
beloved
In
my
ear
has
seemed
to
say
—
'O,
be
patient
if
thou
lov'st
me!'
And
the
storm
has
passed
away.
When
outworn
with
weary
thinking,
Sight
and
thought
were
waxing
dim,
And
my
mind
began
to
wander,
And
my
brain
began
to
swim,
Then
those
hands
outstretched
to
save
me
Seemed
to
call
me
back
again
—
Those
dark
eyes
did
so
implore
me
To
resume
my
reason's
reign,
That
I
could
not
but
remember
How
her
hopes
were
fixed
on
me,
And,
with
one
determined
effort,
Rose,
and
shook
my
spirit
free.
When
hope
leaves
my
weary
spirit
—
All
the
power
to
hold
it
gone
—
That
loved
voice
so
loudly
prays
me,
'For
my
sake,
keep
hoping
on,'
That,
at
once
my
strength
renewing,
Though
Despair
had
crushed
me
down,
I
can
burst
his
bonds
asunder,
And
defy
his
deadliest
frown.
When,
from
nights
of
restless
tossing,
Days
of
gloom
and
pining
care,
Pain
and
weakness,
still
increasing,
Seem
to
whisper
'Death
is
near,'
And
I
almost
bid
him
welcome,
Knowing
he
would
bring
release,
Weary
of
this
restless
struggle
—
Longing
to
repose
in
peace,
Then
a
glance
of
fond
reproval
Bids
such
selfish
longings
flee
And
a
voice
of
matchless
music
Murmurs
'Cherish
life
for
me!'
Roused
to
newborn
strength
and
courage,
Pain
and
grief,
I
cast
away,
Health
and
life,
I
keenly
follow,
Mighty
Death
is
held
at
bay.
Yes,
my
love,
I
will
be
patient!
Firm
and
bold
my
heart
shall
be:
Fear
not
—
though
this
life
is
dreary,
I
can
bear
it
well
for
thee.
Let
our
foes
still
rain
upon
me
Cruel
wrongs
and
taunting
scorn;
'Tis
for
thee
their
hate
pursues
me,
And
for
thee,
it
shall
be
borne!
