O touch me not, unless thy soul Can claim my soul as thine; Give me no earthly flowers that fade, No love, but love divine: For I gave thee immortal flowers, That bloomed serene in heavenly bowers. Look not with favor on my face, Nor answer my caress, Unless my soul have first found grace Within thy sight; express Only the truth, though it should be Cold as the ice on northern sea. O never speak of love to me, Unless thy heart can feel That in the face of Deity Thou wouldst that love reveal: For God is love, and His bright law Should find our hearts without one flaw.
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