The Purity of Passion.

As the sunshine wooes the water Till it gleams with glad’ning smiles, And the burning earth’s bare beauty The soothing cloud beguiles; As the valley lies contented ’Neath the shelt’ring mountain high, And the wild flow’r yields its sweetness To the winsome butterfly; As the winds with gentle tremor The willing leaves caress, And the vine entwines the oak tree With loving tenderness; As the planets in their orbits Their satellites allure, So—in perfect health and reason— Is Love’s passion to the pure.