The poem
Love I was shewn upon the mountain-side And bid to catch Him ere the dropp of day. See, Love, I creep and Thou on wings dost ride: Love it is evening now and Thou away; Love, it grows darker here and Thou art above; Love, come down to me if Thy name be Love.
My national old Egyptian reed gave way; I took of vine a cross-barred rod or rood. Then next I hungered: Love when here, they say, Or once or never took love's proper food; But I must yield the chase, or rest and eat. - Peace and food cheered me where four rough ways meet.
Hear yet my paradox: Love, when all is given, To see Thee I must [see] Thee, to love, love; I must o'ertake Thee at once and under heaven If I shall overtake Thee at last above. You have your wish; enter these walls, one said: He is with you in the breaking of the bread.
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