Still, still, without ceasing, <br />I feel it increasing, <br />This fervour of holy desire; <br />And often exclaim, <br />Let me die in the flame <br />Of a love that can never expire! <br /> <br />Had I words to explain <br />What she must sustain <br />Who dies to the world and its ways; <br />How joy and affright, <br />Distress and delight, <br />Alternately chequer her days: <br /> <br />Thou, sweetly severe! <br />I would make thee appear, <br />In all thou art pleased to award. <br />Not more in the sweet <br />Than the bitter I meet <br />My tender and merciful Lord. <br /> <br />This faith, in the dark, <br />Pursuing its mark, <br />Through many sharp trials of love, <br />Is the sorrowful waste <br />That is to be passed <br />On the way to the Canaan above.<br /><br />William Cowper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/simple-trust-2/
