"All that we see rejoices in the sunshine
All that we hear makes merry in the Spring:
God grant us such a mind to be glad after our kind,
And to sing
His praises evermore for everything.
Much that we see must vanish with the sunshine,
Sweet Spring must fail, and fail the choir of Spring:
But Wisdom shall burn on when the lesser lights are gone,
And shall sing
God's praises evermore for everything.
What is the beginning? Love. What the course? Love still.
What the goal? The goal is Love on the happy hill.
Is there nothing then but Love, search we sky or earth?
There is nothing out of Love hath perpetual worth:
All things flag but only Love, all things fail or flee;
There is nothing left but Love worthy you and me.
Lord, make me pure:
Only the pure shall see Thee as Thou art
And shall endure.
Lord bring me low;
For Thou wert lowly in Thy blessed heart:
Lord keep me so."
More at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christina_Rossetti
"Love the token, gift and sign."
ReplyDeleteSlight misquote but this is how I remember it. From the Methodist Hymnal: "Love came down at Christmas."
Thanks for each of your posts.