Love (I Cor. 13)

Though as the golden orator I speak And with the voice of angels move my tongue But have not Love; I am as clanging brass; My words are less than tinkling from a cymbal rung. And though endowed with knowledge unsurpassed And faith to move a mountain from its place, And though I hold the keys to mysteries yet unsolved But have not Love; still I am nothing but an empty space. Yea, though I give my earthly goods away And sacrifice my body to be burned But have not Love, Thy Love, within...