For a Damsel.
Christ, keep me from the self — survey
Of beauties all thine own;
If there is beauty, let me pray
And praise the Lord alone.
5Pray — that I may the fiend withstand,
Where'er his serpents be;
Praise — that the Lord's almighty hand
Is manifest in me.
It is not so — my features are
10 Much meaner than the rest;
A glow-worm cannot be a star,
And I am plain at best.
Then come, my love, thy grace impart,
Great Saviour of mankind;
15O come, and purify my heart,
And beautify my mind.
Then will I thy carnations nurse,
And cherish every rose;
And empty to the poor my purse,
20 Till grace to glory grows.