Oh, when a soul is hid in Thee For what adventure can it yearn Save love and still more love to learn, And thus to love increasingly, So deep does love within it burn? My God, I pray Thee for a love That years until I see Thy face. And builds itself a nest above Within its true abiding place.
I have been lost and drowned
In beauty's deeps
Forgetting,
Beauty is but the garment
Thou dost wear;
And when the eventide has come
Thou has departed,
Leaving Thy garment,
But I seek Thyself.
~ from FRAGMENTS OF EXPERIENCE by Viola Petitt Neal
