WHEN weight of all the garner’d years <br /> Bows me, and praise must find relief <br />In harvest-song, and smiles and tears <br /> Twist in the band that binds my sheaf; <br /> <br />Thou known Unknown, dark, radiant sea <br /> In whom we live, in whom we move, <br />My spirit must lose itself in Thee, <br /> Crying a name—Life, Light, or Love.<br /><br />Edward Dowden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-s-lord/
