Love hangs over mortal eyes, seen from the birth
And light in things divine. Full often too
Our wayward intellect, the more we learn of love, it overlooks the author more
From instrumental causes proud to draw
But if it's word once teach us, shoot a ray
Through all the heart's dark chambers and reveal
In the pure fountain of love
Has eyes indeed; and, viewing all she sees
As meant to indicated God
That makes a minister in holy things
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