Thee, God, I come from (Gerard Manley Hopkins)

       Thee, God, I come from, to thee go,

       All day long I like fountain flow

       From thy hand out, swayed about

       Mote-like in thy mighty glow.

                       

       What I know of thee I bless,

       As acknowledging thy stress

       On my being and as seeing

       Something of thy holiness.

                       

       Once I turned from thee and hid,

       Bound on what thou hadst forbid;

       Sow the wind I would; I sinned:

       I repent of what I did.

       Bad I am, but yet thy child.

       Father, be thou reconciled. 

       Spare thou me, since I see

       With thy might that thou art mild.

                       

       I have life before me still

       And thy purpose to fulfil;

       Yea a debt to pay thee yet:

       Help me, sir, and so I will.

                       

       But thou bidst, and just thou art,

       Me shew mercy from my heart

       Towards my brother, every other
                   Man my mate and counterpart.

--Gerard Manley Hopkins

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