“No love?” he said. “Is that a Christian mood?
A modest, humble mood?—‘Have no such love’?
How test we love, my child? It seems to me
That love, like light, is tested by its rays.
The halo crowns the saints, our lights of life,
Just as the love they shed surrounds their souls.
Where one is God’s, the strong soul serves the weak;
The mother yields her powers to bless her babes;
The man his powers, for her; and Christ for all.
Ah, child, if you were strong! had love like theirs!”