I Have Loved Thee With An Everlasting Love. Dear Is The Lost Wife To A Lone Man'S Heart, When In A Dream He Meets Her At His Door, And, Waked For Joy, Doth Know She Dwells Apart, All Unresponsive On A Silent Shore; Dearer, Yea, More Desired Art Thou - For Thee My Divine Heart Yearns By The Jasper Sea. More Than The Mother'S For Her Sucking Child; She Wants, With Emptied Arms And Love Untold, Her Most Dear Little One That On Her Smiled And Went; But More, I Want Mine Own. Behold, I Long For My Redeem'D, Where Safe With Me Twelve Manner Of Fruits Grow On Th' Immortal Tree; The Tree Of Life That I Won Back For Men, And Planted In The City Of My God. Lift Up Thy Head, I Love Thee; Wherefore, Then, Liest Thou So Long On Thy Memorial Sod Sleeping For Sorrow? Rise, For Dawn Doth Break - I Love Thee, And I Cry To Thee "Awake." Serve, - Woman Whom I Love, Ere Noon Be High, Ere The Long Shadow Lengthen At Thy Feet. Work, - I Have Many Poor, O Man, That Cry, My Little Ones Do Languish In The Street. Love, - 'Tis A Time For Love, Since I Love Thee. Live, - 'Tis A Time To Live. Man, Live In Me.