WHEN weight of all the garner?d years 
 Bows me, and praise must find relief 
In harvest-song, and smiles and tears 
 Twist in the band that binds my sheaf; 
 
Thou known Unknown, dark, radiant sea 
 In whom we live, in whom we move, 
My spirit must lose itself in Thee, 
 Crying a name?Life, Light, or Love.