I am fond of the swallow—I learn from her flight,
Had I skill to improve it, a lesson of love:
How seldom on earth do we see her alight!
She dwells in the skies, she is ever above.
It is on the wing that she takes her repose,
Suspended and poised in the regions of air,
'Tis not in our fields that her sustenance grows,
It is winged like herself—'tis ethereal fare.
She comes in the spring, all the summer she stays,
And, dreading the cold, still follows the sun—
So, true to our love, we should covet his rays,
And the place where he shines not immediately shun.
Our light should be love, and our nourishment prayer;
It is dangerous food that we find upon earth;
The fruit of this world is beset with a snare,
In itself it is hurtful, as vile in its birth.
'Tis rarely, if ever, she settles below,
And only when building a nest for her young;
Were it not for her brood, she would never bestow
A thought upon anything filthy as dung.
Let us leave it ourselves ('tis a mortal abode),
To bask every moment in infinite love;
Let us fly the dark winter, and follow the road
That leads to the dayspring appearing above.
Translations from the French of Madame de la Mothe Guion
|Instances (1 - 3 of 3)||Title||First Line||Tune||Tune Key||Author||Meter||Scripture||Date||Subject||Source|
|Hymns, Selected from Various Authors, for the Use of Young Persons 3rd Am. from 9th London ed. #d110||I am fond of the swallow, I learn from her flight||I am fond of the swallow, I learn from her flight||William Cowper; Jeanne M. B. Guyon||1840|
|Hymns, Selected from Various Authors, for the Use of Young Persons #d101||I am fond of the swallow, I learn from her flight||I am fond of the swallow, I learn from her flight||William Cowper; Jeanne M. B. Guyon||1826|
|Translations from the French of Madame de la Mothe Guion #3||I am fond of the swallow—I learn from her flight||I am fond of the swallow - I learn from her flight||William Cowper; Madame Guyon||1800|