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...IMPELLED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BEFORE A PAINTING by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON AT NIGHT; SONNET by AMY LOWELL FLUTE-PRIEST SONG FOR RAIN; CEREMONIAL AT THE SUN SPRING by AMY LOWELL YOUNG LINCOLN by EDWIN MARKHAM |