Thy mind, my Master, I will dare explore;
What we are told, that we are meant to know.
Into Thy soul I search more and more,
Led by the lamp of my desire and woe.
If Thee, my Lord, I may not understand,
I am a wanderer in a houseless land,
a weeping thirst by hot winds ever fanned.
-George MacDonald (Diary of an old soul)