O you my Law

Which I serve not,

O you my Good

Which I prize not,

O you my Truth

Which I seek not:

Where grace is beyond desert

Thanks must be thanklessness;

Where duty is past performance

Disservice is only service;

Where truth is unsearchable

All seeking is straying.

If I could know ingratitude’s

Bounds I should know gratitude;

And disservice done

Would show me the law of service;

And the wanderer at last

Learns his long error.

If I could hold complete

The reverse side of the pattern,

The wrong side of Heaven,

O then I should know in not knowing

My truth in my error.