How the Soul receiveth God, and how God receiveth the Soul.
O sweet enfolding in the Arms divine,
O blessed Vision, welcome passing sweet,
I bow beneath the joy that I am Thine,
A weight of gladness cast I at Thy feet.
O heights of God! within Thy clefts I hide,
The home where dove and nightingale abide.
“All hail, My dove! on earth below
Thou hast roamed afar and long,
Until should grow the strong swift wings,