Here you will find the Poem Friendship's Mystery, To my Dearest Lucasia of poet Katherine Philips
. COme, my Lucasia, since we see That Miracles Mens faith do move, By wonder and by prodigy To the dull angry world let's prove There's a Religion in our Love. . For though we were design'd t'agree, That Fate no liberty destroyes, But our Election is as free As Angels, who with greedy choice Are yet determin'd to their joyes. . Our hearts are doubled by the loss, Here Mixture is Addition grown ; We both diffuse, and both ingross : And we whose minds are so much one, Never, yet ever are alone. . We court our own Captivity Than Thrones more great and innocent : 'Twere banishment to be set free, Since we wear fetters whose intent Not Bondage is, but Ornament. . Divided joyes are tedious found, And griefs united easier grow : We are our selves but by rebound, And all our Titles shuffled so, Both Princes, and both Subjects too. . Our Hearts are mutual Victims laid, While they (such power in Friendship lies) Are Altars, Priests, and Off'rings made : And each Heart which thus kindly dies, Grows deathless by the Sacrifice.