one deep love doth supersede
All other, when her ardent gaze
Roves from the living brotherís face,
And rests upon the Life indeed.
subtle thought, all curious fears,
Borne down by gladness so complete,
She bows, she bathes the Saviourís feet
With costly spikenard and with tears.
blest whose lives are faithful prayers,
Whose loves in higher love endure;
What souls possess themselves so pure,
Or is there blessedness like theirs?