The Saviour came, and gently put away
My scourging hand; his smile ineffable
With more than earthly radiance lit my cell—
Sweeter than wanton couch had ever known,
The rapture Jesus bringeth to his own.
Naked and prone upon the dungeon stone,
His love suffused me with a rosy glow.
His words of grace and pardon, murmured low,
Thrilled me and filled my spirit’s pulsing vein,
Till like a ship impatient for the main