Love and the Novice

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Love and the Novice by Thomas Moore

 "Here we dwell, in holiest bowers, 
Where angels of light o'er our orisans bend; 
Where sighs of devotion and breathings of flowers 
To heaven in mingled odour ascend. 
Do not disturb our calm, oh Love! 
So like is thy form to the cherubs above, 
It well might deceive such hearts as ours." 

Love stood near the Novice and listen'd, 
And Love is no novice in taking a hint; 
His laughing blue eyes soon with piety glisten'd; 
His rosy wing turn'd to heaven's own tint. 
"Who would have thought," the urchin cries, 
"That Love could so well, so gravely disguise 
His wandering wings, and wounding eyes?" 

Love now warms thee, waking and sleeping, 
Young Novice, to him all thy orisons rise. 
He tinges the heavenly fount with his weeping, 
He brightens the censer's flame with his sighs. 
Love is the Saint enshrined in thy breast, 
And angels themselves would admit such a guest, 
If he came to them clothed in Piety's vest.

Form: Lyric

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