Who art thou so roughly used

second inner page

Who art thou so roughly used ,
Kidnapped , cheated and abused ,
Barred the honours of thy name ,
Closeted with lust and shame ,
Destitute and threadbare met
In thy state revealing yet
More than princely dignity,
More than earthly quality ?

I am heaven’s highest good
Here but weakly understood :
Life is at my bidding stirred ,
And my name so idly heard
Thunders as a trump above :
Think , then speak , for in a word
I am Love .

Dated on outer page, 17th Oct.1951.