For the ends of Being and Ideal Grace.
I love thou to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need， by sun and candlelight.
I love thou freely， as man strive for Right；
I love thou purely， as they turn from Praise.
I love thou with the passion put to use
In my old grief， and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thou with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints， I love thee with the breath，
Smiles， tears， of all my life—and， if God choose，