'Du hast Diamanten' br br Thou hadst all Passion's splendor, br Thou hadst abounding store br Of heaven's eternal jewels, br Beloved; what wouldst thou more? br br Thine was the frolic freedom br Of creatures coy and wild, br The melancholy of wisdom, br The innocence of a child, br br The maiPd will of the warrior, br That buckled in thy breast br Humility as of Francis, br The Self-surrender of Christ; br br And of God's cup thou drankest br The unmingled wine of Love, br Which makes poor mortals giddy br When they but sip thereof. br br What was't to thee thy pathway br So rugged mean and hard, br Whereon when Death surprised thee br Thou gavest him no regard? br br What was't to thee, enamour'd br As a red rose of the sun, br If of thy myriad lovers br Thou never sawest one? br br Nor if of all thy lovers br That are and were to be br None ever had their vision, br O my belov'd, of thee, br br Until thy silent glory br Went forth from earth alone, br Where like a star thou gleamest br From thine immortal throne.