Come, love, come fire! Where living inside, are secret longings, And young hearts Christ-like devotion. Living inside us are the tidings, Follow us to a place of great passion. Come, love, come fire! I love to hear a million forest insects, All singing to one tune. I think quite clearly of the tropics, And lovingly of the Moon. Come, love, come fire! I love to hide in her warm regards, And when she finds hope,...