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Henry Charles Beeching, ed. (1859–1919). Lyra Sacra: A Book of Religious Verse. 1903.

By Charles Kingsley (1819–1875)

A Mother’s Song

 
DEEP in the warm vale the village is sleeping,
Sleeping the firs on the bleak rock above;
Nought wakes save grateful hearts, silently creeping
Up to the Lord in the might of their love.
 
What Thou hast given to me, Lord, here I bring Thee,        5
Odour and light and the magic of gold;
Feet which must follow Thee, lips which must sing Thee,
Limbs which must ache for Thee ere they grow old.
 
What Thou hast given to me, Lord, here I tender,
Life of mine own life, the fruit of my love;        10
Take him, yet leave him me, till I shall render
Count of the precious charge, kneeling above.