God Neither Known nor Loved by the World (Madame De La Mothe Guion)

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 Read the rest of this entry »