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WHAT WE LOVE IN LOVING GOD
What love I when I love Thee, O my God?
Not corporal beauty, nor the limb of snow,
Nor of loved light the white and pleasant flow,
Nor manna showers, nor streams trickling abroad,
Nor flowers of Heaven, nor small stars of the sod.
Not these, my God, I love, who love Thee so.
Yet love I something better than I know:—
A certain light on a more golden road;
A sweetness, not of honey or the hive;
A scent, a music, and a blossoming,
Fair, fadeless, undiminish'd, never dim;
Eternal, timeless, placeless, without gyve,
The unknown desire of each created thing—
This, this is what I love in loving Him.
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