Love

Not the child-god of our most childish past,
Nor sympathy, nor worship, passionless;
Nor gratitude, nor tenderest caress: Nor the post-mortal glamor priests have cast With "This to hope! Surrender what thou hast!"
These are but parts and can but partly bless;
We in our new-born common consciousness Are learning Law and Life and Love at last.

The age-old secret of the sphinx’s holding,
Incarnate triumph, infinitely strong;
The mother’s majesty, grown wide and long, In the full power and fire of life’s unfolding; The conscious splendor and ripe joy thereof—
Glad world-wide, life-long service—this is Love!