The Grace of Grace

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The Grace of Grace

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.