Tell me you love me,--once and yet again.
Fear not my heart will ever weary grow
Hearing the words. Too long I prayed to know
The blest reverberation of that strain;
The music of its flow is like the main
That throbs and sings upon the waiting shore;
We love its music ever more and more
Waking or sleeping, in our joy or pain.
Almighty Love, that beats upon the soul,
Flood in, and sing through all the caverns steep!
Over hot, sandy wastes thy billows roll;
Up the perched rocks, oh! let those breakers sweep!
Till blessed, refreshed, earth welcomes thy control,
Held in the grasp of the eternal deep!
