(Canticles 2:1. The Lily of the Valleys) <br /> <br />Am I Thy gold? Or purse, Lord, for Thy wealth; <br />Whether in mine or mint refined for Thee? <br />I'm counted so, but count me o'er Thyself, <br />Lest gold-washed face, and brass in heart I be. <br />I fear my touchstone touches when I try <br />Me, and my counted gold too overly. <br /> <br />Am I new-minted by Thy stamp indeed? <br />Mine eyes are dim; I cannot clearly see. <br />Be Thou my spectacles that I may read <br />Thine image do upon me stand, <br />I am a golden angel in Thy hand. <br /> <br />Lord, make my soul Thy plate: Thine image bright <br />Within the circle of the same enfoil. <br />And on its brims in golden letters write <br />Thy superscription in an holy style. <br />Then I shall be Thy money, Thou my hoard: <br />Let me Thy angel be, be Thou my Lord.<br /><br />Edward Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/preparatory-meditations-first-series-6/