In the depths of love do I live and move,
I joy to live or to die;
For I am borne on the tide of love
To all eternity:
The foolishness of the fool is this,
The sorrow sweeter than joy to miss.”
God asks the Soul what She brings, and She Answereth.
“What dost thou bring me, O my Queen?
Love maketh thy steps to fly.”
“Lord, to Thee my jewel I bring,