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In thee is all my art; from thee I draw / The substance of my dreams, the waking plan / Of practised thought; I can no measure scan, / But thou work'st in me like eternal law.
If I were rich in goodly title deeds / Of broad estate, won from posterity; / If from decaying Time I snatched a see / Richer than prelates pray for with their beads;
If some should bring before me frankincense, / And make a pleasant fire to greet mine eyes; / If there were given me for recompense
Gifts fairer than a seraph could devise: / I would, my sovereign, kneel to thee and say, / "It all is thine; thou showedst me the way. "