Given to such lovely grace;
The things through her taught
And things in her sought;
The joy of her smile
Which holds me all the while.
I fear her and wonder
At things which grace may tender.
To be hers and she mine
Is a dream found in divine.
My life not even I possess,
Hers owed to grace confessed.
I can only fall down in praise
Dreaming of those better days.
I think of a lovely face
Given me only by grace.
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