Or climb far mountain heights alone with him.
He hath no need of me in grand affairs,
Where fields are lost or crowns won unawares.
Yet, Master, if I may make one pale flower
Bloom brighter, for thy sake, though one short hour;
If I in harvest fields where strong ones reap,
May bind one golden sheaf for love to keep;
May speak one quiet word when all is still,
Helping some fainting heart to bear thy will;
Or sing some high, clear song on which may soar