Set Love in order, thou that lovest Me. Never was virtue out of order found; And though I fill thy heart desirously, By thine own virtue I must keep My ground: When to My love thou dost bring charity, Even she must come with order girt and gown'd. Look how the trees are bound To order, bearing fruit; And by one thing compute, In all things earthly, order's grace or gain. All earthly things I had the making of Were numbered and were measured then by Me; And each was ordered to its end by Love, Each kept, through order, clean for ministry. Charity most of all, when known enough, Is of her very nature orderly. Lo, now! what heat in thee, Soul, can have bred this rout? Thou putt'st all order out. Even this love's heat must be its curb and rein. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TRANSFORMATION by CARL SANDBURG THE CONQUERED BANNER by ABRAM JOSEPH RYAN A CHURCHYARD SOLILOQUY by HENRY ALFORD THE EAGLE OF CORINTH by HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL TO AUTUMN, NEAR HER DEPARTURE by SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES DAUGHTER O' MINE by DAISY DEAN BUTLER SEVEN WONDERS OF THE WORLD: 8. THE FIRESIDE by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH |