Love Sounds the Music of the Spheres

O soul, if thou, too, wouldst be free,

Then love the Love that shuts thee in.

‘Tis Love that twisteth every snare;

‘Tis Love that snaps the bond of sin;

Love sounds the Music of the Spheres;

Love echoes through Earth’s harshest din.

The world is God’s pure mirror clear,

To eyes when free from clouds within.

With Love’s own eyes the Mirror view,

And there see God to self akin.