Oh, can I leave Thee! Can I go
Back to the world that once was nigh?
And so debase me, as to know
The joys that only bloom to die?
Oh, can I quit celestial good,
The growth of life's immortal tree,
And feed, instead of Angel's food,
On earth's poor dust and vanity?
I sought Thee, that my soul might stay
In endless unity of mind;
And dare not, cannot rend away
The golden links my heart that bind.
If others blindly choose to roam,
And find the path of tears and gloom;
Be MINE, in God's great heart, the home,
Where peace, and joy, and glory bloom.
— Christ in the Soul (1872) XXXVI.