Confessional
Search thou my heart;If there be guile,It shall departBefore thy smile.
Search thou my soul;Be there deceit,‘T will vanish wholeBefore thee, sweet.
Upon my mindTurn thy pure lens;Naught shalt thou findThou canst not cleanse.
If I should pray,I scarcely knowIn just what wayMy prayers would go.
So strong in meI feel love’s leaven,I ‘d bow to theeAs soon as Heaven!