Love makes bold

Me and my gift : kind Lord, behold
     Be not extreme to test or sift ;
Thy Love can turn to fire and gold
     Me and my gift.

     Myself and mine to Thee I lift :
Gather us to Thee from the cold
     Dead outer world where dead
          things drift.

If much were mine, then manifold
     Should be the offering of my thrift ;
I am but poor, yet love makes bold
     Me and my gift.

Christina Georgina Rossetti
Before 1893

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