Classic Poem

Who sings of love? One moment, let me lend
One broken fragment of my boundless store;
One moment, let him stand beside the shore
Of Thee, my Ocean, and his songs will end
In shame and silence. O my Friend, my Friend,
Shall I keep craven silence, or be bold,
And Truth, Thy truth, O Lord of truth, be told? —
Of how the Highest High can condescend,

And how the lowest low can rise and soar
Even to Thy Presence, even to Thy Heart,
O mightiest of the mighty (yet more dear
Than mighty), ever nearer and more near,
Until he is, and shall be evermore,
O mightiest of the mighty, what Thou art.