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.