Zeal and Love

And would’st thou reach, rash scholar mine, Love’s high unruffled state? Awake! thy easy dreams resign, First learn thee how to hate:—

Hatred of sin, and Zeal, and Fear, Lead up the Holy Hill; Track them, till Charity appear A self-denial still.

Dim is the philosophic flame. By thoughts severe unfed: Book-lore ne’er served, when trial came, Nor gifts, when faith was dead.