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THE CROSS OF MY CROWN.
I.
If thou wert dead I would not weep,For then my spirit soon would be
Free from this sorrow which now makes me keep
Such vigils of deep agony
Forever more for thee.
II.
I once did think, in my deep love,That thou wert never born to die;
But came down solely from the Heavens above
To live with me eternally,
As thou didst live on high.
III.
But since thou hast been false to me,I know that thou wert born to die;
For wanting that sweet Heavenly purity
The Angels have in Heaven on high—
Doth breed mortality!
IV.
I sigh for thee the livelong day—I mourn for thee the long, long night!
For Heaven thus absent from my soul alway,
Shuts out forever from my sight
My heart's divine delight!
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V.
Thou wert the world wherein I dwelt—Lost now since thou art gone from me!
The only Heaven to which my spirit knelt,
And worshiped, weeping, wonderingly—
Finding my God in thee!
VI.
But now—since thou art false to me—I am of mine own soul afraid!
For if the Angel that once dwelt in thee,
Was Hell in Heaven's own light arrayed—
What may not Heaven be made?
VII.
If thou wert all this world to me,What have I now since thou art gone?
But worldless Hell—but Heavenless misery—
And bitter torments only known
To him who loves—but lives alone!
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