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CONSECRATION
At Thy feet I come to shower
All my full heart’s rhyming flower,
Of Thy breath born,
By Thy love grown,
With my lonely seeking found,
By hands Thou gavest picked and bound;—
For Thee the sheaves
Within these leaves:—
Of my life’s season
The choicest flowers,
With petals soulful spread,
Their humble perfume shed;—
Hands folded now I come to give
What’s Thine—receive!
All my full heart’s rhyming flower,
Of Thy breath born,
By Thy love grown,
With my lonely seeking found,
By hands Thou gavest picked and bound;—
For Thee the sheaves
Within these leaves:—
Of my life’s season
The choicest flowers,
With petals soulful spread,
Their humble perfume shed;—
Hands folded now I come to give
What’s Thine—receive!
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