LXXV

IT was only the other day that I came to your earth, naked and nameless,
 with a wailing cry.

To-day my voice is glad, while you, my lord, stand aside to make room that
 I may fill my life.

Even when I bring you my songs for an offering I have the secret hope that
 men will come and love me for them.

You love to discover that I love this world where you have brought me.