I sighed to drop my load
Where Love's sweet waters flowed,
And yet was loath to drop the self that sighed,
That with self-pitying tongue
To its vain being clung
And would not quite forgo its foolish pride.
But God's swift angel came
With heavenly love aflame
And sternly bade me that sad self deny;
After with accents mild
Called me His well-loved child
And bade me gently on His arms rely,
And then to strive no more,
But close the closet door,
Be silent there, and listen what He saith:
"Look inward to the shrine
Where perfect Love divine
Tears down the tattered veil of birth and death.
"Look outward to the light,
Where beyond sense or sight
The glory unfolds of all-pervading Mind;
There in My bosom fast
To know your peace at last,
A universal heaven unconfined."
