The pure in heart see him as the face of all-clasping Love.

Give him thy heart and he will give thee love, effulgent love, like the affection of mother or lover or friend, only dearer than either.

Give him thy ways, and he will overarch life's path as the heavens overarch the flowers, filling them with heat by day and yielding cooling dews by night.

Give him but a flickering aspiration and he will give thee balm for the bruised reed and flame for the smoking flax.

Give him the publican's prayer and he will give thee mercy like the wideness of the sea.