I Am Athirst For God, The Living

O Woman! Thou Wert Fashioned To Beguile: So Have All Sages Said, All Poets Sung.

Children Bring Their Own Love With Them When They Come.

What Is Thy Thought? There Is No Miracle? There Is A Great One, Which Thou Hast Not Read, And Never Shalt Escape. Thyself, O Man, Thou Art The Miracle. Ay, Thou Thyself, Being In The World And Of The World, Thyself, Hast Breathed In Breath From Him That Made The World. Thou Art Thy Father's Copy Of Himself,-- Thou Art Thy Father's Miracle.

Reign, And Keep Life In This Our Deep Desireour Only Greatness Is That We Aspire.

I Am Athirst For God, The Living God.