Love bows herself in holy prayer...

Love bows herself in holy prayer . . . . . . . . . . To worship ever the All Fair; She coins her heart in largess golden, And beggars self on her altar-stair.

Love lifts her hands that, liker yet To One whom on the way she met, All hearts may glow, as sea to sky light, Till earth shall never its heaven forget.

Love bears upon her ardent breast The fainting ones in east and west, And yearning cries: Let come Thy kingdom, Be Thou of sorrowing hearts the guest.