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Far, above, beyond, across,
I hold Thee ever in my thought
Thou art my gain in worldly loss.
Thou art my One in earthly nought.
For Thee alone my art did own
The pleasures of my darkest days ;
What i f T H IS die unread, unknown ?
’Tis crown’d with Thy love-lighted rays.
Then i f Thou knowest, well I wait
My drop to mingle in Thy Sea :
In Springs of Light,—or soon or late.
We will be o n e of Thee and Me !
