Friday, April 22, 2011

Shadows

What language shall I borrow
to thank Thee, dearest friend,
For this Thy dying sorrow,
Thy pity without end?
O make me Thine forever,
and should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never
outlive my love to Thee.
    -- attr. Bernard of Clairvaux,
1091-1153

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