Thee, my soul’s loved! I die;
Thine is the torch of life restored,
Mine, mine the rapture, mine the victory!
“Now may the boundless love, that lay
Unfathom’d still before,
In one consuming burst find way—
In one bright flood all, all its riches pour!
“Thou know’st, thou know’st what love is now!
Its glory and its might—
Are they not written on my brow?