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 gowned. 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 put'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...THE BAT by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON PORTRAIT BY A NEIGHBOR by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY BALLADE OF A TRAVELLER'S JINX by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): THE MEETING by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS SOMETIMES by C. MARGARET BRANDT THE POET AND THE FLY: 1 by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 53 by BLISS CARMAN DAISY SWAIN, THE FLOWER OF SHENANDOAH; A TALE OF THE REBELLION: 2 by JOHN M. DAGNALL |