Amor Victrix

Strong Death, proud power invisible, even now Slowly thou drawest near me in the dark,-- And though within me the clear glowing spark Of life is warm and beats in heart and brow, My body shall grow colder, till I bow, White as the ash, thine unresisting mark. But for the word from the veiled years I hark,-- As calm and as invincible as Thou. And when at last I feel thy kisses,--Death,-- My fading lips shall smiling tell thee this-- “Master thou art not! On my Spirit’s shrine Deathless, although the altar crumbleth. Ascend twin flames in one,--to find God’s bliss, As God immortal,--my Love’s love and mine!”