I go to chant, with Angel-throngs,
The homage that to Thee belongs. 
Soon let me fly away, to join their songs! 
Oh, let me die of love, I pray,
      One day!
. . . . . . .

I hear, e’en I, Thy last and least,
The music from Thy Heavenly Feast;
There, deign receive me as Thy loving guest
And, to my harp, let me but sing,
      My King!
. . . . . . .

Unto the Saints I shall be near,
To Mary, and those once treasured here. 
Life is all past, and dried is every tear;
To me my home again is given—­
      In Heaven.

April 28, 1895.

I THIRST FOR LOVE

In wondrous Love, Thou didst come down from Heaven
   To immolate Thyself, O Christ, for me;
So, in my turn, my love to Thee is given—­
   I wish to suffer and to die for Thee.

Thou, Lord, didst speak this truth benign: 
   “To die for one loved tenderly,
Of greatest love on earth is sign”;
   And now, such love is mine—­
      Such love for Thee!

Do Thou abide with me, O Pilgrim blest! 
   Behind the hill fast sinks the dying day. 
Helped by Thy Cross, I mount the rocky crest;
   Oh, come, to guide me on my Heavenward Way.

To be like Thee is my desire;
   Thy Voice finds echo in my soul. 
Suffering I crave!  Thy words of fire
   Lift me above earth’s mire,
      And sin’s control.

Chanting Thy victories, gloriously sublime,
   The Seraphim—­all Heaven—­cry to me,
That even Thou, to conquer sin and crime,
   Upon this earth a sufferer needs must be.

For me upon life’s dreary way
   What scorn, what anguish, Thou didst bear! 
Let me but hide me day by day,
   Be least of all, alway,
      Thy lot to share.

Ah, Christ!  Thy great example teaches me
   Myself to humble, honours to despise. 
A little one—­as Thou—­I choose to be,
   Forgetting self, so I may charm Thine Eyes.

My peace I find in solitude,
   Nor ask I more, dear Lord, than this: 
Be Thou my sole beatitude,
   And ever—­in Thee—­renewed
      My joy, my bliss!

Thou, the great God Whom earth and Heaven adore,
   Thou dwell’st a prisoner for me night and day;
And every hour I hear Thy Voice implore: 
   “I thirst—­I thirst—­I thirst—­for love alway!”

I, too, Thy prisoner am I;
   I, too, cry ever unto Thee
Thine own divine and tender cry: 
   “I thirst!” Oh, let me die
      Of love for Thee.

For love of Thee I thirst! fulfil my hope;
   Augment in me Thine own celestial flame! 
For love of Thee I thirst! too scant earth’s scope: 
   The glorious Vision of Thy Face I claim!

My long, slow martyrdom of fire
   Still more and more consumeth me. 
Thou art my joy, my one desire,
   Jesu! may I expire
      Of love for Thee.