Vii. Communion

Lord, I have knelt and tried to pray to-night, But Thy love came upon me like a sleep, And all desire died out; upon the deep Of Thy mere love I lay, each thought in light Dissolving like the sunset clouds, at rest Each tremulous wish, and my strength weakness, sweet As a sick boy with soon o’erwearied feet Finds, yielding him unto his mother’s breast To weep for weakness there. I could not pray, But with closed eyes I felt Thy bosom’s love Beating toward mine, and then I would not move Till of itself the joy should pass away; At last my heart found voice,--“Take me, O Lord, And do with me according to Thy word.”