The North Transept: The Psalms XIX

These are but ministers of Thy sure love,
By which Thou gently to Thyself wouldst lead,
And now what would I seek, but Thee above ?
Our goodliest friends on earth from Thee proceed,
And unto Thee return ; but our deep need
Thou only in Thy fulness canst sustain :
Upon Thine earthly plenteousness we feed,
But yet the choicest gifts of Earth disdain,
And feel in every nook around our house of pain,