Morning, Midday, and Evening Sacrifice

The dappled die-away°
Cheek and the 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 death half lifts the latch of,
What hell hopes soon the snatch of,
Your offering, with despatch, of!°
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