XXXII.

"Love! earth's love! and _can_ we love Fixedly where all things move? Can the sinning love each other? Mother, mother, I tremble in thy close embrace, I feel thy tears adown my face, Thy prayers do keep me out of bliss-- O dreary earthly love! Loose thy prayer and let me go To the place which loving is Yet not sad; and when is given Escape to _thee_ from this below, Thou shalt behold me that I wait For thee beside the happy Gate, And silence shall be up in heaven To hear our greeting kiss."