Let me be but love, my love without disguise,
Nor wear a mask of fashion old or new,
Nor wait to speak til I can hear a clue,
Nor play a part to shine in other's eyes,
Nor bow my knees to what my heart denies.
But what I am, to that let me be true,
And let me worship where my love is due,
And so through love and worship let me rise.
For love is but the heart's immortal thirst,
To be completely known and all forgiven.
Even as sinful souls that enter Heaven.
So take me, Dear, and understand my worse
And freely pardon it, because confessed.
And let me find in loving thee, my best.
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