A Celebration of Women Writers

"Hymn." by Jane Taylor (1783-1824)
Publication: The Writings of Jane Taylor, In Five Volumes by Jane Taylor. Volume I, Memoirs and Poetical Remains.. Edited by Isaac Taylor, Jr., of Stanford Rivers. Boston: Perkins & Marvin, 1832. pp. 338-339.

Editor: Mary Mark Ockerbloom

HYMN.

COME, my fond fluttering heart,
  Come, struggle to be free:
Thou and the world must part,
  However hard it be:
My trembling spirit owns it just,
But cleaves yet closer to the dust.

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Ye tempting sweets forbear–
  Ye dearest idols fall:
My love ye must not share;
  Jesus shall have it all:
'T is bitter pain–'t is cruel smart,
But O! thou must consent, my heart!

Ye fair enchanting throng,
  Ye golden dreams, farewell!
Earth has prevailed too long,
  And now I break the spell:
Ye cherished joys of early years!
Jesus forgive these parting tears.

But must I part with all,
  My heart still fondly pleads:
Yes–Dagon's self must fall:–
  It beats, it throbs, it bleeds:
Is there no balm in Gilead found
To soothe and heal the smarting wound?

O yes, there is a balm,
  A kind physician there,
My fevered mind to calm,
  To bid me not despair:
Dear Saviour! help me, set me free,
And I will all resign to thee!

O may I feel thy worth,
  And let no idol dare–
No vanity of earth
  With Thee, my Lord, compare:
Now bid all worldly joys depart,
And reign supremely in my heart!

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Editor: Mary Mark Ockerbloom