I LOVE God only when I love thee most.

Censing the altar with the whispered shower

Of worship, I approach the holiest hour

When in the monstrance burns the blessed Host.

Landed on life’s chryselephantine coast,

I make the godly gesture of pure power.

The silence shrouds me like a folded flower

When all life lapses in the Holy Ghost.


How could I love God if I loved not thee,

Or love thee if I were not lost in God?

Could there be three unless those Three were One?

There is no shore to the celestial sea;

There is no pylon to the last abode,

The temple of our truth, Hilarion!


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