Then of thy love—in all its breadth and length,
Its height and depth, and everlasting strength—
My soul shall sing.
—Mary Shekelnot.
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SEEING JESUS
I would see Jesus. As I muse, and, thinking,
Grow amazed—bewildered with a strange delight,
My faith is roused, my spirit seemeth drinking
A foretaste of that ever-longed-for sight.