Chapter XXXI

And I cowered deprecatingly— “Thou Love of God! Or let me die, “Or grant what shall seem heaven almost! “Let me not know that all is lost, “Though lost it be—leave me not tied “To this despair, this corpse-like bride! “Let that old life seem mine—no more— “With limitation as before, “With darkness, hunger, toil, distress: “Be all the earth a wilderness! “Only let me go on, go on, “Still hoping ever and anon “To reach one eve the Better Land!”