Classic Poem

I CANNOT think nor reason,
I only know he came
With hands and feet of healing
And wild heart all aflame,

With eyes that dimmed and softened
At all the things he saw;
And in his pillared singing
I read the marching Law.

I only know he loves me,
Enfolds and understands, —
And oh, his heart that holds me,
And oh, his certain hands!