The truest and deepest love that I ever felt
Felt I at its kindled core
Did through each vein, in quickened start,
The tide of being so pour.
His coming is my hope each day
His parting will be anguish pain;
The reconciliation that did His steps delay
That causes a groaning in each vein.
I dream it would be a nameless bliss,
As I loved, Mrs. Jesus, to be;
And to this cause do I onward press,
As blind and foolish to this world I seem.
But wide as pathless is the space above,
That lay a bridge in the between;
And dangerous as the foamy race
Of surges ocean green.
Haunted as a robbers path
Through a wilderness of wood;
For might and right, for woe and wrath
Between our spirits stood.