Parrot, Sweet of Voice

Parrot, sweet of voice, thy song now raise!
All thy words purify in Love's fierce blaze!

Every point of Love as whole book shows;
Every mote of Love as bright sun glows.

Drowned in one drop thereof Time, Space, in sooth;
Lost in one grain thereof Both Worlds, in truth.

Man becomes man through Love, pure, bright,
Teacher respected, guide of the right.

Through its beams everything man as chief owns,
Rays of sun into rubies turn black stones.

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He who a Lover is on God relies;
On, on, upward still doth he rise.

One day he secrets all shall descry.
Love makes the soul from sleep raise the eye;

Unto him all things shall oped be and shown.
Off e'en the curtain from God shall be thrown.