I shall ever try to drive all evils away from my heart and keep my love in flower, knowing that thou hast thy seat in the inmost shrive of my heart and it shall be my endeavour to reveal thee in my action, knowing it is thy power gives me strength to act. I am only waiting for love to give myself up at last into his hands. Clouds heap upon clouds and it darkens. Ah , love, why dost thou let me wait outside at the door all alone? Thy Voice If thou speakest not I will fill my heart with thy silence and endure it. I will keep still and wait like the night with starry vigil and its head bent low with patience. The morning will surely come, the darkness will vanish, and thy voice pour down in golden streams breaking through the sky. The thy words will take wing in songs from every one of my birdsnest, and thy melodies will break forth in flowers in all my forest groves. Fetter of thy love Let only that little be left of me whereby I may name thee my all side, and come to thee in everything, and offer to thee my love every moment. Let only that little be left of my will whereby I may feel thee on every moment. Let only that little be left of me where I may never hide thee. Let only that little be left of my fetters be left whereby I am bound with thy will, and thy purpose is carried out in my life- and that is the fetter of thy love.
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