Why should I seek for love or study it? It is of God and passes human wit. I study hatred with great diligence, For that's a passion in my own control, A sort of besom that can clear the soul Of everything that is not mind or sense. Why do I hate man, woman Or event? That is a light my jealous soul has sent. From terror and deception freed it can Discover impurities, can show at last How soul may walk when all such things are past, How soul could walk before such things began. Then my delivered soul herself shall learn A darker knowledge and in hatred turn From every thought of God mankind has had. Thought is a garment and the soul's a bride That cannot in that trash and tinsel hide: Hatred of God may bring the soul to God. At stroke of midnight soul cannot endure A bodily or mental furniture. What can she take until her Master give! Where can she look until He make the show! What can she know until He bid her know! How can she live till in her blood He live!
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