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The Library of the World’s Best Literature. An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

M. A. L.

TAKE thou the heart I cannot give;

Take that which is thine own.

To give, to take, to will, to do,

Is thine, and thine alone.

Yet, leaning on th’ upholding arm,

I trust, but cannot see;

Help me, as of myself, to stretch

My helpless hands to thee.

And when thou hast received thine own,

Oh, keep it, Lord, I pray;

And save me from the wayward will

That seeks a wider way.

If ever, before adverse winds,

Between the cloud and sea,

I—at the mercy of my heart—

Am drifting far from thee;

Light of all tempted souls, be mine,

Till, sea and desert passed,

Safe in thy circling love I find

My anchorage at last!