NOT that the life itself is less than meat, Not that we give more thanks for being fed Than for the thoughts, the love, of quick and dead, Or all the gifts of art, do we repeat The sacred Name of Love before we eat; But that the Master taught, in breaking bread The grace of common brotherhood is said, One heart in Love we are, though millions beat; One body, quickened by one living soul, Through every changing age and clime and race, By death regenerate, while æons roll And light immortal lights the mortal face; One vital loaf, love leavening the whole, If broken, pledged in Love's eternal grace. |