Religion

God Neither Known nor Loved by the World

by William Cowper 1731–1800

Translated by William Cowper · From Translations

Religion

Ye Linnets, let us try, beneath this grove.
Which shall be loudest in our Maker's praise!
In quest of some forlorn retreat I rove,
For all the world is blind, and wanders from his ways.

That God alone should prop the sinking soul,
Fills them with rage against his empire now;
I traverse earth in vain from pole to pole,
To seek one simple heart, set free from all below.

They speak of Love, yet little feel its sway,
While in their bosoms many an idol lurks;
Their base desires well satisfied obey,
Leave the Creator's hand, and lean upon his works.

'Tis therefore I can dwell with man no more;
Your fellowship, ye warblers! suits me best:
Pure Love has lost its price, though priz'd of yore,
Profan'd by modern tongues, and slighted as a jest.

My God, who form'd you for his praise alone,
Beholds his purpose well fulfill'd in you:
Come, let us join the Choir before his throne,
Partaking in his praise with spirits just and true!

Yes, I will always love; and, as I ought,
Tune to the praise of Love my ceaseless voice;
Preferring Love too vast for human thought,
In spite of erring men, who cavil at my choice.

Why have I not a thousand thousand hearts,
Lord of my soul! that they might all be thine?
If thou approve--the zeal thy smile imparts,
How should it ever fail! Can such a fire decline?

Love, pure and holy, is a deathless fire;
Its object heav'nly, it must ever blaze:
Eternal Love a God must needs inspire,
When once he wins the heart, and fits it for his praise.

Self-love dismiss'd--'tis then we live indeed--
In her embrace, death, only death is found;
Come then, one noble effort, and succeed,
Cast off the chain of Self with which thy soul is bound!

Oh! I would cry that all the world might hear,
Ye self-tormentors, love your God alone;
Let his unequall'd Excellence be dear,
Dear to your inmost souls, and make him all your own!

They hear me not--alas! how fond to rove
In endless chase of Folly's specious lure!
'Tis here alone, beneath this shady grove,
I taste the sweets of Truth--here only am secure.

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From the French of Madame Guion.

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Cowper, William. “God Neither Known nor Loved by the World.” Translated by William Cowper. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/cowper/286/.

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Cowper, William. “God Neither Known nor Loved by the World.” Translated by William Cowper. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/cowper/286/.

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