LORD, if I love Thee and Thou lovest me,
Why need I any more these toilsome days ;
Why should I not run singing up Thy ways
Straight into heaven, to rest myself with Thee ?
What need remains of death-pang yet to be,
If all my soul is quickened in Thy praise ;
If all my heart loves Thee, what need the amaze,
Struggle and dimness of an agony ? —
Bride whom I love, if thou too lovest Me,
Thou needs must choose My Likeness for thy dower :
So wilt thou toil in patience, and abide
Hungering and thirsting for that blessed hour
When I My Likeness shall behold in thee,
And thou therein shalt waken satisfied.