I love Love — though he has wings,
And like light can flee,
But above all other things,
Spirit, I love thee —
Thou art love and life! Oh come,
Make once more my heart thy home.
St. 8. - Song: Rarely, Rarely, Comest Thou (1821)
I love Love — though he has wings,
And like light can flee,
But above all other things,
Spirit, I love thee —
Thou art love and life! Oh come,
Make once more my heart thy home.
St. 8. - Song: Rarely, Rarely, Comest Thou (1821)