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I have loved," she said,—

"Man is weak, God is dread;

Yet the weakest man dies with his spirit at

ease,

Having poured such love-oil on the Saviour's feet,

As I lavished for these."

Go, I cried, thou hast chosen the Human, and left

the Divine!

Then, at least, have the Human shared with thee,

their wild berry-wine?

Have they loved back thy love, and when strangers

approached thee with blame,

Have they covered thy fault with their kisses, and

loved thee the same?

But she wept and said,

"God, over my head,

Will sweep in the wrath of His judgment seas,

If He deal with me sinning, but only the same

And not gentler than these!"