Than to be wholly Thine; and mine
A will whose highest joy is this,
To ceaselessly unclasp in Thine.
‘I will not fear Thee, O my God!
The days to come can only bring
Their perfect sequences of love,
Thy larger, deeper comforting.
‘Within the shadow of this love,
Loss doth transmute itself to gain;
Faith veils earth’s sorrows in its light,