Man's highest word, as God's above...

Man's highest word, as God's above . . . . . . . . . The golden word of words, is love; Its whisper is the soul's one rapture, Its voice the voice of the brooding dove.

Immortal rose of joy elate, Thy perfume's waft by palace gate Or hovel door, in cloud or sunshine, That breath of Eden which all hearts wait.

Ensouled in clay man's glory is, Yet love dilates this soul of his Till chrysalis of earth be shattered, And comes the answer to Psyche's quiz.