No More I Ask....

No more I ask from thee

What I have gained or lost,

What shadow-veils wrap me,

What distance I have crossed.

Childlike I learn to abide

In thee with-perfect trust

And all obscurities hide

Behind thy sun as they must.

The beauty of thy heart

Radiates a
re around,

Till in my spirit shall start

Music of purest sound.

When it haunts my memory,

I see in a circle of light

A heavenly company

Like stars on a moon-crowned height,

And thy voice already I hear.

Unmistakably as a sun

Thy deathless eyes appear

Cleaving oblivion.

I feel within my soul

Crowding like gold
res

The hidden immortal scroll,

The Word that for thee aspires.

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