Take these who will as may be: I

Am careless now of what they fail:

My heart and mind discharted lie

And surely as the nerved nail

Appoints all quarters on the north

So now it designates him forth

My sovereign God my princely soul

Whereon my flesh is priestly stole:

Whence forth shall my heart and mind

To God through soul entirely bow,

Therein such strong increase to find

In truth as is my fate to know:

Small though that be great God I know

I know in this gigantic day

What God is ruined and I know

How labors with Godhead this day:

How from the porches of our sky

The crested glory is declined:

And hear with what translated cry

The stridden soul is overshined:

And how this world of wildness through

True poets shall walk who herald you:

Of whom God grant me of your grace

To be, that shall preserve this race.

Permit me voyage, Love, into your hands.