Morning Midday and Evening Sacrifice

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THE dappled die-away

Cheek and wimpled lip,

The gold-wisp, the airy-grey

Eye, all in fellowship--

This, all this beauty blooming,

This, all this freshness fuming,

Give God while worth consuming.

Both thought and thew now bolder

And told by Nature: Tower;

Head, heart, hand, heel, and shoulder

That beat and breathe in power--

This pride of prime's enjoyment

Take as for tool, not toy meant

And hold at Christ's employment.

The vault and scope and schooling

And 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!

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