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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