How deeply do the rivers run
In each impassioned soul.
When twins revealed in books begun,
It’s homeward bound we flow.
So join with mine,
Thy powerful tides,
In seeking Wisdom’s sacred sign.
To wrestle on high,
Hope shall always prevail;
Come, take delight in
Thy sweet surprise again!
Finally at night, the chaste, cool rivers
May gardens overflow.
Peace to you who firmly plant;
Flowering forth you somehow know.
Silently looking into your heart,
Hush and receive unanswerable Love.
For in the High Secret
Of head on chest,
The mystery supper’s antiphon sung;
“Find thy rest, for
Now our Gardener has come.”
Sacrifice praise to our forever Friend,
Beautiful Goodness Ever-True.
At last, when resounding harmony marries:
Behold! He will make all things new.