Me and my gift: kind Lord, behold, Be not extreme to test or sift; Thy Love can turn to fire and gold Me and my gift. Myself and mine to Thee I lift: Gather us to Thee from the cold Dead outer world where dead things drift. If much were mine, then manifold Should be the offering of my thrift: I am but poor, yet love makes bold Me and my gift. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE NOTHING I by HAYDEN CARRUTH TO W.E.B. DUBOIS - SCHOLAR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: GEORGE JOSLIN ON LA MENKEN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: THE VERDICT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |