Poems translated from the French of Madame de la Mothe Guion/Happy Solitude—Unhappy men

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Jeanne Guyon4413461Poems translated from the French of Madame de la Mothe Guion — Happy Solitude—Unhappy men1834William Cowper (1731-1800)

HAPPY SOLITUDE—UNHAPPY MEN

Vol. 2, Cantique 89.

MY heart is easy, and my burden light;
I smile, though sad, when thou art in my sight:
The more my woes in secret I deplore,
I taste thy goodness, and I love, the more.

There, while a solemn stillness reigns around,
Faith, Love, and Hope, within my soul abound;
And while the world suppose me lost in care,
The joys of angels, unperceiv'd, I share.

Thy creatures wrong thee, O! thou sov'reign Good!
Thou art not lov'd, because not understood;
This grieves me most, that vain pursuits beguile
Ungrateful men, regardless of thy smile.

Frail beauty, and false honor, are ador'd;
While Thee they scorn, and trifle with thy word;
Pass, unconcern'd, a Saviour's sorrows by;
And hunt their ruin, with a zeal to die.