Morning Midday and Evening Sacrifice

The dappled die-awayCheek and wimpled lip,The gold-wisp, the airy-greyEye, all in fellowship—This, all this beauty blooming,This, all this freshness fuming,Give God while worth consuming.

Both thought and thew now bolderAnd told by Nature: Tower;Head, heart, hand, heel, and shoulderThat beat and breathe in power—This pride of prime's enjoymentTake as for tool, not toy meantAnd hold at Christ's employment.

The vault and scope and schoolingAnd mastery in the mind,In silk-ash kept from cooling,And ripest under rind—What life half lifts the latch of,What hell stalks towards the snatch of,Your offering, with despatch, of!