Text: | The Exchange |
Author: | Mechthild of Hellfde, d. 1277 |
If the world were mine and all its store,
And were it of crystal gold;
Could I reign on its throne for evermore
From the ancient days of old,
An empress noble and fair as day,
O gladly might it be,
That I might cast it all away;
Christ, only Christ for me.
For Christ my Lord my spirit longs,
For Christ, my Saviour dear;
The joy and sweetness of my songs
The whilst I wander here—
O Lord, my spirit fain would flee
From the lonely desert away to Thee.
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First Line: | If the world were mine and all its store |
Title: | The Exchange |
Author: | Mechthild of Hellfde, d. 1277 |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1899 |