But love is more than all toil and pain.”
“O soul, the Virgin is kind and sweet,
And fair the Child on her breast,
And thou, adoring, before her feet
Shalt find thy rest.”
“My Beloved is mine, and I am His,
I seek the joy where the Bridegroom is;
For a full-grown bride am I.”...
Then doth the mind warn the soul, saying—
“In His terrible glory no foot hath trod,