These gifts I sought to make my own,
Expectantly:
To gracious be,
That I might sweetly do the task
So near to me;
That I might never be too deep entwined
With daily care,
Nor overlook the small, kind deeds
That make life fair.
And when desire was satisfied,
At least achieved in part,
Lo! there a precious, pure behest
Lay in my hand without request—
An understanding heart!
