Give me not only gold,
But the use unwasted
Of each grain of splendour
My dazzled eyes behold-
Or be Thy nectar-cup untasted,
O Heavenly Lender.
Cleanse and furnish new
This heart receiving
Till, like a child new-born,
Its day's unshadowed hue
Can no more suffer cloud-rack's reiving,
Sunless, forlorn.
May my thought in some inmost shrine
Be ever deeming
Thee as the Taintless Giver-
In grateful tranced shine,
A soul ensilvered with Thy Gleaming
Like a moonlit river.