t the grace

    to look this mask of me

    (Against hus blanchingly

    itrue face,

    tness of lifes race,--

    Nor all wired of all, self-viewed,--

    t same souls distracting lethargy,

    tient angel ing for a place

    In the new heavens,--because nor sin nor woe,

    Nor Gods infliction, nor deaths neighborhood,

    Nor all o go,

    Not, teach me so

    to pour out gratitude, as t, good !