THE RELIGION OF LOVE br So thou but love me, dear, with thy whole heart br What care I for the rest, for good or ill? br What for the peace of soul good deeds impart, br What for the tears unholy dreams distil? br These cannot make my joy, nor shall they kill. br Thou only perfect peace and virtue art br And holiness for me and strength and will, br So thou but love me with a perfect heart. br I ask thee now no longer to be wise; br No longer to be good, but loving me. br I ask thee nothing now but only this. br Henceforth my Bible, dear, shall be thine eyes, br My beads thy lips, my prayers thy constancy, br My heaven thine arms, eternity thy kiss.