nor mother
Loved you, as God has loved you; for ’t was that you may be happy
Gave he his only Son.  When he bowed down his head in the death-hour
Solemnized Love its triumph; the sacrifice then was completed. 
Lo! then was rent on a sudden the veil of the temple, dividing
Earth and heaven apart, and the dead from their sepulchres rising
Whispered with pallid lips and low in the ears of each other
Th’ answer, but dreamed of before, to creation’s enigma,—­Atonement! 
Depths of Love are Atonement’s depths, for Love is Atonement. 
Therefore, child of mortality, love thou the merciful Father;
Wish what the Holy One wishes, and not from fear, but affection
Fear is the virtue of slaves; but the heart that loveth is willing
Perfect was before God, and perfect is Love, and Love only. 
Lovest thou God as thou oughtest, then lovest thou likewise thy brethren: 
One is the sun in heaven, and one, only one, is Love also. 
Bears not each human figure the godlike stamp on his forehead
Readest thou not in his face thou origin?  Is he not sailing
Lost like thyself on an ocean unknown, and is he not guided
By the same stars that guide thee?  Why shouldst thou hate then thy brother? 
Hateth he thee, forgive!  For ’t is sweet to stammer one letter
Of the Eternal’s language;—­on earth it is called Forgiveness! 
Knowest thou Him, who forgave, with the crown of thorns on his temples? 
Earnestly prayed for his foes, for his murderers?  Say, dost thou know him? 
Ah! thou confessest his name, so follow likewise his example,
Think of thy brother no ill, but throw a veil over his failings,
Guide the erring aright; for the good, the heavenly shepherd
Took the lost lamb in his arms, and bore it back to its mother. 
This is the fruit of Love, and it is by its fruits that we know it. 
Love is the creature’s welfare, with God; but Love among mortals
Is but an endless sigh!  He longs, and endures, and stands waiting,
Suffers and yet rejoices, and smiles with tears on his eyelids. 
Hope,—­so is called upon earth, his recompense, Hope, the befriending,
Does what she can, for she points evermore up to heaven, and faithful
Plunges her anchor’s peak in the depths of the grave, and beneath it
Paints a more beautiful world, a dim, but a sweet play of shadows! 
Races, better than we, have leaned on her wavering promise,
Having naught else but Hope.  Then praise we our Father in heaven,
Him, who has given us more; for to us has Hope been transfigured,
Groping no longer in night; she is Faith, she is living assurance. 
Faith is enlightened Hope; she is light, is the eye of affection,
Dreams of the longing interprets, and carves their visions in marble. 
Faith is the sun of life; and her countenance shines like the Hebrew’s,
For she has looked upon God; the heaven on its stable foundation
Draws she with chains down to earth, and the New Jerusalem