Flesh of our Flesh

There is but one irrevocable bond,

Heart of my heart! None other counteth here,

All claims beside must fail, however fond,

But this is surety never to be broken

By us Beloved! the eternal token

Of love made manifest beyond our fear:

Of sweetest deepest draught the living bowl!

Although remorse should tear our hearts in twain,

The world, to part us, rageth now in vain

And life new-born through life doth bind us ever:

Strange incarnation! out of each made whole!

No prayer avails, no penances can sever:

The Holy Ghost — the Spirit — releaseth never

When flesh and blood and spirit beget a soul.