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Had I the grace to win the grace / Of some old man in lore complete, / My face would worship at his face, / And I sit lowly at his feet.
Had I the grace to win the grace / Of childhood, loving shy, apart, / The child should find a nearer place, / And teach me resting on my heart.
Had I the grace to win the grace / Of maiden living all above, / My soul would trample down the base, / That she might have a man to love.
A grace I had no grace to win / Knocks now at my half open door: / Ah, Lord of glory, come thou in! -- / Thy grace divine is all, and more.