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DESIRE OF GOD. 113
Who can understand Jesus except by desire ?
Who that pines not with love knows what Mary loves
best ? Who can come near to God with a heart not on fire? Souls must tire upon earth who in Heaven would rest.
Is it hard to serve God, timid soul ? Hast thou found Gloomy forests, dark glens, mountain-tops on thy
way ? All the hard would be easy, all the tangles unwound, Wouldst thou only desire, as well as obey.
For the lack of desire is the ill of all ills;
Many thousands through it the dark pathway have
trod; The balsam, the wine of predestinate wills, Is a jubilant pining and longing for God.
'Tis a fire that will burn what thou canst not pass
over; 'T is a lightning that breaks away all bars to love ; 'Tis a sunbeam the secrets of God to discover; 'T is the wing David prayed for, the wing of the Dove.
I have seen living men — and their good angels know How they failed and fell short through the want of
desire; Souls once almost saints have descended so low, 'T will be much if their wings bear them over the fire.