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Your dear love fills me with a bliss untold.
Perfect, divine.
I did not know the human heart could hold
such joy as mine.
But it does more for me, it makes
the whole world new.
Dreams and desire within my soul
it wished more high and true.
Than ought I have ever known
FOr I do see, with sad surprise,
how far I am beneath your thought of me
For, lover wise, you've crowned me queen
of grace and truth and light
All pure and good.
In utter faith have set me on the height of womanhood
Since you exalt me thus, I must
not prove your wisdom vain.
Unto these mighty heights, oh help me
wondrous love I must attain!
Since love invests me with such
royal dower
The marvel sweet, shall in my
own life, by the same power
Be made -- complete.
This little poem I learned years ago -- little thinking how perfectly it would express what is in my heart tonight... Know that here on this white page I pledge you all that is best in me -- to help, to sustain, to comfort -- and that into the space that separates us I send my spirit to seek yours. Make it a welcome guest.
Edith Bolling Galt to Woodrow Wilson, May 4, 1915 |