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 4. How beautiful the moonlight! Yet I see darkness alone, if at moonrise the moon of Thy love doth not also rise in my soul.

5. Even the pure love of the chaste wife will seem impure, if the gold of her love be not set with the gem of Thy love Divine. 6. Lord, like the sting of a poisonous snake is doubt of Thee, the offspring of ignorance.

7. Lord, what more shall I say to Thee! Thou art the priceless Jewel of my heart, the Abode of joy everlasting!

Vivekananda sang again :

The Ecstatic Love of God

When shall Love Divine enter my heart! Having all desires fulfilled, when shall I chant the Name of the Lord (Hari) while streams of love-tears flow from my eyes!' When shall my heart and soul be pure ! O, when shall I go to the Vrindavan of love! When will the fetters of the world drop off, and the darkness of my eyes be dispelled by the collyrium of wisdom ! When shall the iron of my body be changed into gold by Thy touch Divine!