Oh beauty that does far transcend
all other beauty! That you design.
Without a wound our hearts to pain –
Without a pang our wills to bend
To hold all love for creatures vain.
O mystic love-knot that dost bind.
Two beings of such diverse kind.
How can you ever be severed?
For bound, such strength we gain from Thee,
We take for joy the griefs we find!
Things void of being linked, unite
With that great Beauty Infinite
You fill my soul, which still hungers
You love where men find only ill
Our nothing grows precious, by your might!