But without it, frightful indeed as are some of its results, assuredly the world He has made would burst its binding rings and fly asunder in shards, leaving His spirit nothing to enter, no time to work His lovely will.
It must be to any man a terrible thing to find himself in wild pain, with no God of whom to entreat that his soul may not faint within him; but to a man who can think as well as feel, it were a more terrible thing still, to find himself afloat on the tide of a lovely passion, with no God to whom to cry, accountable to Himself for that which He has made.

Will any man who has ever cast more than a glance into the mysteries of his being, dare think himself sufficient to the ruling of his nature?
And if he rule it not, what shall he be but the sport of the demons that will ride its tempests, that will rouse and torment its ocean?
What help then is there?
What high-hearted man would consent to be possessed and sweetly ruled by the loveliest of angels?
Truly it were but a daintier madness.

Come thou, holy Love, father of my spirit, nearer to the unknown deeper me than my consciousness is to its known self, possess me utterly, for thou art more me than I am myself.

Rule thou.

Then first I rule.