WITH A SWORD in his right hand and a flower in his left he comes. He breaks open thy door. He comes not to beg but to fight and conquer. He breaks open thy door. He marches through the path of death into thy life. He takes possession of everything thou hast, and will never be content with only a portion. He breaks open thy door.
LET ONLY THAT little be left of me whereby I may name thee my all. Let only that little be left of my will whereby I may feel thee on every side, and come to thee in everything, and offer to thee my love every moment. Let only that little be left of me whereby I may never hide thee. Let only that little of my fetters be left whereby I am bound with thy will, and thy purpose is carried out in my life-and that is the fetter of thy love.