3.
“Yea, though we have known Christ after the flesh, yet
now henceforth know we Him no more.”
'Tis said, in love there is this mystery,
That we cannot recall the absent glance,
Nor very self of a dear countenance,
When far away; of this the cause may be
That those we love are one with us, and we
Cannot behold ourselves. When out of sight
Thus love runs forth to what is infinite;
And so the more we love, the less we see:
For it is given to feed on the Divine,
When we the human lose; and the Unseen
Comes to be with us more, the more we wean
Our thoughts from what is sensible. Be mine
The better part to see not, yet believe:
Although the more I love, the more I grieve.
