"I love thee! I love thee! I love thee!" cried the violin; and the worship was entreaty that knew not itself.

On and on it went, ever beginning ere it ended, as if it could never come to a close; and the two sat listening as if they cared but to hear, and would listen for ever--listening as if, when the sound ceased, all would be at an end, and chaos come again.
Ah, do not blame, thou who lovest God, and fearest the love of the human! Hast thou yet to learn that the love of the human is love, is divine, is but a lower form of a part of the love of God?
When thou lovest man, or woman, or child, yea, or even dog, aright, then wilt thou no longer need that I tell thee how God and his Christ would not be content with each other alone in the glories even of the eternal original love, because they could create more love.

For that more love, together they suffered and patiently waited.

He that loveth not his brother whom he hath seen, how shall he love God whom he hath not seen?
A sob, like a bird new-born, burst from Mary's bosom.

It broke the enchantment in which Joseph was bound.