Sweet tenants of this grove! <br />Who sing without design, <br />A song of artless love, <br />In unison with mine: <br />These echoing shades return <br />Full many a note of ours, <br />That wise ones cannot learn, <br />With all their boasted powers. <br /> <br />O thou! whose sacred charms <br />These hearts so seldom love, <br />Although thy beauty warms <br />And blesses all above; <br />How slow are human things, <br />To choose their happiest lot! <br />All–glorious King of kings, <br />Say why we love thee not? <br /> <br />This heart, that cannot rest, <br />Shall thine for ever prove; <br />Though bleeding and distressed, <br />Yet joyful in thy love: <br />'Tis happy though it breaks <br />Beneath thy chastening hand; <br />And speechless, yet it speaks, <br />What thou canst understand.<br /><br />William Cowper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/joy-in-martyrdom/
