The rapturous emotions on the pulpit.
With the rapture of great winds to blow About earth's shaken coignes.
My heart filled with rapture then, and it fills now as it has each of the countless times I have recalled those dear words, as it shall fill always until death has claimed me. I may never see her again; she may not know how I love her--she may question, she may doubt; but always true and steady, and warm with the fires of love my heart beats for the girl who said that night: I love you beyond all conception..