Complete Sacrifice

I do not ask thee, Love, to make life sweet;
All thou hast laid upon me I must bear;
Nor do I ask again for any share
In things I once held dear; but when I meet
With sore temptation, and my pulses beat
With bodily desire, and so despair
Half drags me from the path, and makes me fare
Like men whose lips her lips did never greet, —

In such an hour, stand close, and hear my call.
Lighten my darkness and sustain my feet;
Chain me in chains which, if they bruise, control;
That I may make this sacrifice complete.
Which is, indeed, no sacrifice at all,
Except I yield the body with the soul.