Amo, Ergo Sum

Whatever seemed to reign within my breast, Ere now, or reigned in the true sovereign's room, Love has dethroned, strong Love has dispossessed, Like a glad master come to his own home. Love is my lord: I call upon his name. Aimless I lived; but now my aims are flown Winged to one mark, wherever his voice call: My heart shrinks from deep pains, too well foreknown, But my soul leaps with joy, to welcome all. With Love, my joy, I have no fear of shame. So that Love lead my ever--faithful feet, I care not whether they be scarred or no. Somehow, somewhere, the end must needs be sweet, However rough the road by which we go. Love is my trust; for since I love, I am.