WHY JESUS WEPT 
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Ye hopes of delusion ! 
Mage, I will trounce thee ! 
Sage, to confusion ! 
Problems to solve ? 
Here is my life ! 
My secret is told — 
What is your name, 
O fairest of women ? 
Bosom of gold ! 
Faultless your fame ! 
An aeon were shame 
Your beauty to hymn in ! 
Will you be mine, 
Mine and mine only ? 
Beauty divine, 
How I was lonely ! 
How I was mad ! 
Say, are you glad, 
Glad of me, happy here, 
Here in my arms ? 
I kiss you, I kiss you ! 
Say, is it bliss, you 
Spirit of holiness ? 
Holy I hold you ! 
Swift as a rapier 
Stabbed me your charms, 
Broken with lowliness, 
Smitten with rapture : — 
All is so mixed ;