I.
The Hart Panting.
"Oh, would I were as free to rise
As leaves on autumn's whirlwind borne,
The arrowy light of sunset skies,
Or sound—or rays—or star of morn,
Which meets in heaven at twilight's close,
Or aught which soars uncheck'd and free,
Through earth and heaven, that I might lose
Myself in finding Thee!"
"O mysterious Jesus, teach us Thy works and Thy plans. Let our hearts pant after Thee as the hart after the water-brooks. Create a thirst which nothing shall satisfy but the fountain of eternal love. See the velocity with which the needle flees to the magnet when it gets within distance; so shall we hasten to our Magnet—our Beloved—as we approach Him."—Lady Powerscourt's Letters.
"As the hart panteth after the water-brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God."—Verse 1.