Thy gift to us mortals fulfil all our needs and yet run back to thee undiminished. The river has its everyday work to do and hastens through fields and hamlets ; yet its incessant stream winds towards the washing of thy feet. The flower sweetens the air with its perfume ; yet its last service is to offer itself to thee. Thy worship does not impoverish the world. From the words of the poet men take what meanings please them ; yet their last meaning points to thee.
