BEWAILING
My
own
Inconstancy
.
I.
I
LOVE
the
Lord
;
but
ah
!
how
far
My
Thoughts
from
the
dear
Object
are
!
This
wanton
Heart
how
wide
it
roves
!
And
Fancy
meets
a
Thousand
Loves
.
II
.
If
my
Soul
burn
to
see
my
God
I
tread
the
Courts
of
his
abode
,
But
Troops
of
Rivals
throng
the
place
And
Tempt
me
off
before
his
Face
.
III
.
Would
I
enjoy
my
Lord
alone
,
I
bid
my
Passions
all
be
gone
,
All
but
my
Love
;
and
Charge
my
Will
To
bar
the
Door
and
keep
it
still
.
IV
.
But
Cares
or
Trifles
make
or
find
Still
new
Avenues
to
the
Mind
,
Till
I
with
Grief
and
Wonder
see
Huge
Crouds
betwixt
my
Lord
and
Me
.
V.
Oft
I
am
told
the
Muse
will
prove
A
Friend
to
Piety
and
Love
;
Strait
I
begin
some
Sacred
Song
,
And
take
my
Saviour
on
my
Tongue
.
VI
.
Strangely
I
lose
his
Lovely
Face
To
hold
the
Empty
Sounds
in
Chase
;
At
best
the
Chymes
divide
my
Heart
,
And
the
Muse
shares
the
larger
part
.
VII
.
False
Confident
!
And
falser
Breast
!
Fickle
and
fond
of
every
Guest
:
Each
Airy
Image
as
it
flies
Here
finds
admittance
thro'
my
Eyes
.
VIII
.
This
Foolish
Heart
can
leave
her
God
,
And
Shadows
tempt
her
Thoughts
abroad
,
How
shall
I
fix
this
Wandring
Mind
,
Or
throw
my
Fetters
on
the
Wind
?
IX
.
Look
gently
down
,
Almighty
Grace
,
Prison
me
round
in
thine
Embrace
:
Pity
the
Soul
that
would
be
thine
,
And
let
thy
Power
my
Love
Confine
.
X.
Say
,
when
shall
that
bright
Moment
be
That
I
shall
live
alone
for
thee
,
My
Heart
no
Foreign
Lords
adore
,
And
the
wild
Muse
prove
false
no
more
?