What divine drink wouldst thou have, my God,
from this overflowing cup of my life?
My poet, is it thy delight
to see thy creation through my eyes
and to stand at the portals of my ears silently
to listen to thine own eternal harmony?
Thy world is weaving words in my mind
and thy joy is adding music to them.
Thou givest thyself to me in love
and then feelest
thine own entire sweetness in me.