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So vast the tide of love within me surging, / It overflows like some stupendous sea, / The confines of the Present and To-be; / And 'gainst the Past's high wall I feel it urging, / As it would cry, "Thou, too, shalt yield to me!"
All other loves my supreme love embodies; / I would be she on whose soft bosom nursed / Thy clinging infant lips to quench their thirst; / She who trod close to hidden worlds where God is, / That she might have, and hold, and see thee first.