LORD, whomsoever Thou shalt send to me, Let that same be Mine Angel predilect: Veiled or unveiled, benignant or austere, Aloof or near; Thine, therefore mine, elect. So may my soul nurse patience day by day, Watch on and pray Obedient and at peace; Living a lonely life in hope, in faith; Loving till death, When life, not love, shall cease. . . . Lo, thou mine Angel with transfigured face Brimful of grace, Brimful of love for me! Did I misdoubt thee all that weary while, Thee with a smile For me as I for thee? |