| I have this small spare gratitude to give
Hardly there for all Your care. I live in debt, moved to muteness By a bursting down of blessing That comes upon me like a fragrance All at once and sweet. Accept my scant oblation A motion, to repay the world, my obligation. Such light! such luster! in all the dullness Of this dim and grieving place! Led, I follow, Fathered kind and winning In all this shining How can I withstand such lovingness I grip Your hand. It lifts! |
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