Self-loss finds God—to let God also go,
That is the real, most rare abandonment.
Man! whilst thou thankest God for this or that,
Yet art thou slave to finite feebleness.
Not fully God’s is he who cannot live,
Even in hell, and find in hell no hell.
Nought so divine as to let nothing move thee,
Here or hereafter (could’st thou only reach it).
Who loves without emotion, and without knowledge knows,
Of him full fitly say we—he is more God than man.