The Cry of Love

My Soul sends up to Heaven each Night the Cry of Love!
Hu! Hu!
God's starry Beauty draws with Might the Cry of Love!
Hu! Ya!
Bright Sun and Moon each Morn dance in my Heart at Dawn;
And waking me in Daylight, excite the Cry of Love!
On every Meadow glancing, I see God's Sunbeams play;
And all Creation's Wonders incite the Cry of Love!
The Turtledove embowered, awakened by my Call,
Returns to me in coo'd Delight, the Cry of Love!
Gu! Gu!
The Crag on whose bare Forehead thy Light in Glory falls,
Resounds in Echoes clear, aright the Cry of Love!
Men! Hu!
For all the Flowers sweet blowing in timid Silence there,
For deaf Worms, too, I offer God's Rite, the Cry of Love!
The Ocean's speechless Billows sound ever loud thy Praise;
And all in rolling Anthems recite the Cry of Love!
To thee for every Rosebud and every Dewdrop fair,
And every Gem, deep hidden, I plight the Cry of Love!
Hu! Ya!
I, All in All becoming, now clear see God in All;
And up for Union yearning, takes Flight the Cry of Love!
Hu! Hu!