Saving Love

I said, "Oh, thou who holdest in thy hand 
A rose-wreath'd lamp, whereof the mystic light 
Makes dim the floating glories of the night, 
Surely thou comest from some unknown land: 
Draw near and speak, that I may understand 
Thy will; make weakness strong, make darkness bright."
Then burn'd intenser glories on my sight. 
And unseen wings the quivering stillness fann'd. 

While a voice said, "Rise up, O weary heart! 
Poor heart that died in a too bitter strife, 
I am the Resurrection and the Life! 
I am the Love, whereby redeem'd thou art."
And then I knelt, and all love's light was shed 
About me as I knelt and worshipped.