Love I was shewn upon the mountain-side And bid to catch Him ere the drop of day. See, Love, I creep and thou on wings dost ride: Love, it is evening now and thou away; Love, it grows darker here and thou art above; Love, come down to me if thy name be Love. My national old Egyptian reed gave way; I took the vine of a cross-barred rod or rood. Then next I hungered: Love when here, they say, Or once or never took Love’s proper food; But I must yield the chase, or rest and eat.— Peace and food cheered me where four rough ways meet. Hear yet my paradox: Love, when all is given, To see thee I must see thee, to love, love; I must o’retake thee at once and under Heaven If I shall overtake thee at last above. You have your wish; enter these walls, one said: He is with you in the breaking of the bread. Save![]()
