Had I the Grace

Had I the grace to win the grace
   Of some old man complete in lore,
My face would worship at his face,
   Like childhood seated on the floor.

Had I the grace to win the grace
   Of childhood, loving shy, apart,
The child should find a nearer place,
   And teach me resting on my heart.

Had I the grace to win the grace
   Of maiden living all above,
My soul would trample down the base,
   That she might have a man to love.

A grace I have no grace to win
   Knocks now at my half-open door:
Ah, Lord of glory, come thou in,
   Thy grace divine is all and more.