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Could I with half thy skill render my thought
In verse then were I blest indeed, and more –
I were transported to the very court
Thou dwell’st within, if only to the door.
Full happy would I be thus to stand there
And guide all pilgrims to thy honoured lair.
“Keep straight and straighter still, the open port
“Will guide thee there, nor look behind, before,
“But trust in God!” Thus would I say, and all
Could not but find thee on thy lofty throne.
Yet like thy Lady, counting all for nought
Save thee, who causest me to sink and fall
In the sad knowledge that I ne’er can own
One half of thy power, however dearly sought!

Sixty-fifth Sonnet

9. 3. 29