His Prayer for Absolution

For those my unbaptised rhymes,Writ in my wild unhallowed times;For every sentence, clause, and word,That's not inlaid with Thee, my Lord,Forgive me, God, and blot each lineOut of my book that is not Thine.But if, 'mongst all, thou find'st here oneWorthy Thy benediction;That one of all the rest shall beThe glory of my work and me.