XXXIV
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 fier 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.
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