Unsought

I give thee all I have to giveFrom out my soul's unsounded deep;I could not give thee more and live,My life is all I keep.

No hopes, no doubts, no fears abide,To warm or chill my young life's blood,—The golden gates I throw them wideAnd lavish forth the flood.

My nightly prayers are all for thee;My thoughts and longings all are thine;The blessings that were meant for me,Lord, make them thine, not mine.

Flowers yield their fragrance, wood-birds sing,Streams feed the hungry, grasping sea,Day and the sun their pure light bring;So bring I love to thee.

The summer rain falls down to blessThe thirsty world it murmurs o'er;And so in wordless happinessI give, and ask no more.

I note full well thy heedless air,From thy cold eyes I turn away;I know I have no portion there;But I can wait, and pray.

Perhaps,—I make no idling sure,—Perhaps in years long hence,That other world, so bright and pure,May make me recompense.