Love
Too late loved I Thee, O Thou Beauty of ancient days, yet ever new! too late I loved Thee!
And behold, Thou wert within, and I abroad, and there I searched for Thee; deformed I, plunging amid those fair forms which Thou hadst made.
How the earthly father would love a child who would creep into his room with angry, troubled face, and sit down at his feet, saying when asked what he wanted: ‘I feel so naughty, papa, and I want to get good’!
As many as I love, I reprove and chasten. Be zealous therefore, and repent.
As many as I love, I rebuke and chasten: be zealous therefore, and repent.
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