We shall regather where the skies are blue 
And live and love for aye, pure, passionate, and true. 
 
Also before my eyes there gleams from Heaven 
The likeness of a Man in glory set ; 
The sun is blotted, and the skies are riven— 
A God flames forth my spirit to beget ; 
And where my body and his love are met 
A new desire possesses altogether 
My whole new self as in a golden net 
Of transcendental love one fiery tether, 
Dissolving all my woe into one sea of weather. 
 
So I am ready to assume the Cross, 
Start on my journey with the last word said ; 
Turn my back resolute on dung and dross, 
And face the future with no twitch of dread, 
But dare to converse with the holy dead, 
And taste the earnest of the church’s bliss. 
Love, God be with you !  He is overhead 
And watches us, that nothing be amiss— 
Love !  our hearts bleed as one in the last lingering 
kiss. 
 
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