Chapter XXV

Shall Love not bless thee? Shalt thou ever miss
His mysteries of healing and content,
His balm of Gilead garnered in a kiss,
The bounteousness of his good government?

Lo, where he walks in pureness beauty springs,
And flowers of gladness where his feet have trod,
And all the way from off his rainbow wings
Drop to the earth benignant dews of God.

Who come within his gentle seigniory,
Whom his hand touches and his lips caress
Are straightway set from thrall of evil free,
And proudly tread the ways of righteousness.

Alas! shall Love, the saviour, not draw nigh
At all to thee? Shall he too pass thee by?