Love that faltered for an hour
Had not felt the awful power
Of the god whom gods adore;
Of the god before whose portal
Kneel the deathless and the mortal,—
Suppliant forever more.
Love that faltered had not heard
Love's divine, compelling word,
Or it instant had obeyed;
Giving with the glad devotion
Of the river for the ocean,—
Doubting not, and unafraid.
For with Love alone is joy
Free from shadow of alloy;
And before his sacred shrine,
Sorrow, in her deepest sadness,
Guards a hope more blest than gladness,
And through worship grows divine!