One fond, fierce, atoning prayer?
“Let it break, this very hour—
Burst with sorrow, drown with love!
For if Thou withhold thy power,
Thou wilt not the wish reprove.” ...
Pass’d that moment: but, as fall
Lovers’ whispers, answer’d He;
“Daily die[[170]]—with thy Saint Paul.
Die to self—and live to Me.”
September, 1877.