What shall I pursue
with vigor unrelenting?
A face no man can see,
a voice heard only in stillness,
a presence too real for mere sense.
All other things lose their relish
sooner or later.
I have tasted heaven once,
and now all else is insipid.
For the meantime I am dull;
my heart is hard, unfeeling.
But Hope hopes on:
it is its nature.
Oh, to delight once more
in things eternal!
To taste the sweetness of Deity,
To have Joy fill the heart to brimming,
To have Love prompt the soul to singing!
Maybe Tears will flow soon;
that is the way.
