If the rose in meek duty <br />May dedicate humbly <br />To her grower the beauty <br />Wherewith she is comely; <br />If the mine to the miner <br />The jewels that pined in it, <br />Earth to diviner <br />The springs he divined in it; <br />To the grapes the wine-pitcher <br />Their juice that was crushed in it, <br />Viol to its witcher <br />The music lay hushed in it; <br />If the lips may pay Gladness <br />In laughters she wakened, <br />And the heart to its sadness <br />Weeping unslakened, <br />If the hid and sealed coffer, <br />Whose having not his is, <br />To the loosers may proffer <br />Their finding--here this is; <br />Their lives if all livers <br />To the Life of all living, - <br />To you, O dear givers! <br />I give your own giving.<br /><br />Francis Thompson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dedication-to-wilfred-and-alice-meynell/
