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LXVIII. “IS THIS TOO MUCHO?”
If my deep strong love yearns for sympathy,—Yearns that at least its solemn depth and height
Should flash before thee like the sudden white
Vision of cliff that overhangs the sea:
If I would by the love that burns through me
Win for my soul the unspeakable delight
Of knowing that my own love's mastering might
Is in a measure understood of thee,
Is this too much? Did not the Lord Christ long
With passionate heart whose yearning knew no bound
That even on earth might some response be found
To his own love most tender and most strong?
Does God himself in heaven not yearn at whiles
For answering tears of man, and answering smiles?
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