Love’s Lord

WHEN weight of all the garner’d years  
 Bows me, and praise must find relief  
In harvest-song, and smiles and tears  
 Twist in the band that binds my sheaf;  
 
Thou known Unknown, dark, radiant sea  
 In whom we live, in whom we move,  
My spirit must lose itself in Thee,  
 Crying a name—Life, Light, or Love.