For those my unbaptized rhymes,
Writ in my wild unhallowed times,
For every sentence, clause, and word,
That's not inlaid with Thee, my Lord,
Forgive me,
God, and blot each
Out of my book, that is not Thine.
But if, 'mongst all,
Thou find'st here
Worthy thy benediction,
That one of all the rest shall
The glory of my work, and me.
