Spiritual Passion

I feel towards God just as a woman might
Who hears her lord praised by the adoring crowd:
Who hears them hymn his strength with paean loud —
His glory in thought or speech, his force in fight.
She knows him better. Thro' the silent night
She has watch'd his face beneath keen sorrow bow'd;
Him she has cherish'd with embraces white;
She has kiss'd the lips that seem to men so proud.

She cannot fear: she loves. She can but smile
That men should dread like some disastrous wand
His sceptre wielded o'er the people, while
She knows the sea-deep love that lies beyond.
She trusts her lord without one thought of guile,
Knowing her union holier and more fond.