"For it carries a burden which is no burden, and makes everything that is bitter sweet and savory."
"He that loveth flieth, runneth and rejoiceth; he is free and is not bound."
"He giveth all for all."
"He giveth all for all." She repeated it again and again.
She had, indeed, dreamed of a love for which sacrifice should be a joy. But that this should be the kind of sacrifice! Even through her wretchedness the humor of it penetrated, and a woe-begone smile fluttered over her lips.
The singing words came to her again.
"Let me be possessed by love, mounting above myself."
"Let me love thee more than myself, and love myself only for thee."
She kneeled upright and rested her folded arms upon the railing. Peace seemed to be flowing in upon her, and a purpose grew into form within her mind. With increasing control she rose to her feet.
"If my love is worth anything it can do even that."