REDEMPTION

O Thou who at Love's hour ecstatically

Unto my lips dost evermore present

The body and blood of Love in sacrament;

Whom I have neared and felt thy breath to be

The inmost incense of his sanctuary;

Who without speech hast owned him, and intent

Upon his will, thy life with mine hast blent,

And murmured o'er the cup, Remember me!—

O what from thee the grace, for me the prize,

And what to Love the glory,— when the whole

Of the deep stair thou tread'st to the dim shoal

And weary water of the place of sighs,

And there dost work deliverance, as thine eyes

Draw up my prisoned spirit to thy soul!