"The desolate
Must watch in prayer, and must wait in shame,
In tears must water, and long for the day;
But if as I strew the flowers He came,
From myself and my tears I should pass away.
For He strikes the chords of the heavenly lyre,
And sorrow and sadness turn and flee,
And the earthly love, and the earth's desire,
In that music sweet depart from me."
The Soul's Desire sent Forth to Seek the Beloved One.