Classic Poem

O Earth made holy by the Master's feet!
O Death made noble by His suffering!
O Life, thou mean, sublime, mysterious thing,
The narrow space where earth and heaven meet!
Earth, I am thine: all conquering Death, I greet
Calmly thy awful presence; Life, I bring
From thy rich stores a precious offering,
And lay it humbly at the Mercy Seat.

That which He gave: that which He brought with Him,
That which He left with thee, a sacred trust;
And shall the light of heaven with thee grow dim,
Or in thy hands the sword grow foul with rust?
The gifts of God shall not be given in vain;
Behold, I bring them brighter back again.