Love's Mysteries In Souls Do Grow, But

Love Is A Growing, Or Full Constant Light; And His First Minute, After Noon, Is Night.

Let Not Thy Divining Heart Forethink Me Any Ill; Destiny May Take Thy Part, And May Thy Fears Fulfill.

Then Love Is Sin, And Let Me Sinful Be.

Poor Intricated Soul! Riddling, Perplexed, Labyrinthical Soul!

Of All The Commentaries On The Scriptures, Good Examples Are The Best.