And conquer his own justice with his love—
Commanding earth and seas to render those
Unto His bliss, for whom He paid His woes.
Henry Wotton.
Strange conquest, when the conqueror must die,
And he is slain who wins the victory,
And yet another conquest he must gain,
Or all our faith and highest hopes are vain.
Anon.
He on whose eyes sweet light revealed hath been,