Thinking of you, and all that was, and all...

Thinking of you, and all that was, and all

That might have been and now can never be,

I feel your honored excellence, and see

Myself unworthy of the happier call:

For woe is me who walk so apt to fall,

So apt to shrink afraid, so apt to flee,

Apt to lie down and die ( ah, woe is me! )

Faithless and hopeless turning to the wall.

And yet not hopeless quite nor faithless quite,

Because not loveless; love may toil all night,

But take at morning; wrestle till the break

Of day, but then wield power with God and man:—

So take I heart of grace as best I can,

Ready to spend and be spent for your sake.