Oh that with ready grace my heart could give

What God requires;

That there within it lived no grasping will

No fond desires

It grieves, it pains me that I do not fly

O Christ, to Thee,

To lay this treasure at Thy feet, with sweet

Alacrity

Yet take it from me; if I love it much,

I love Thee more--

But pity, as Thou takest, for it leaves

My heart so sore!

Elizabeth Prentiss, "A Wish"