Spring Bursts Today, For Love Is Risen

To Her Whose Heart Is My Heart's Quiet Home, To My First Love, My Mother, On Whose Knee I Learnt Love-lore That Is Not Troublesome.

Trust Me, I Have Not Earned Your Dear Rebuke, I Love, As You Would Have Me, God The Most; Would Lose Not Him, But You, Must One Be Lost, Nor With Lot's Wife Cast Back A Faithless Look Unready To Forego What I Forsook; This Say I, Having Counted Up The Cost, This, Tho' I Be The Feeblest Of God's Host, The Sorriest Sheep Christ Shepherds With His Crook. Yet While I Love My God The Most, I Deem That I Can Never Love You Overmuch; I Love Him More, So Let Me Love You Too; Yea, As I Apprehend It, Love Is Such I Cannot Love You If I Love Not Him. I Cannot Love Him If I Love Not You.

The Loves That Meet In Paradise Shall Cast Out Fear, And Paradise Hath Room For You And Me And All.

Hurt No Living Thing: Ladybird, Nor Butterfly, Nor Moth With Dusty Wing.

And Sometimes I Remember Days Of Old When Fellowship Seemed Not So Far To Seek, And All The World And I Seemed Much Less Cold, And At The Rainbow's Foot Lay Surely Gold, And Hope Felt Strong, And Life Itself Not Weak.