A Grace Before Writing

This is a sacrament, I think!
Holding the bottle toward the light,
As blue as lupin gleams the ink:
May Truth be with me as I write!

That small dark cistern may afford
Reunion with some vanished friend, —
And with this ink I have just poured
May none but honest words be penned!
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