Classic Poem

My all, my all, I've sacrificed to God;
Love, Joy, the bright career wherein I trod;
Bound them to regions more than earth sublime,
Deferr'd them to an hour more fix'd than time.
" I am persuaded he can keep them all,"
And give me each one back from forth its pall
Bright as I lay them down, restored at last,
When this sad present shall have changed to past
I shall be happy then with all the power
Of all the anguish of this bitter hour;
I shall regain the dear ones of my home,
Be free through every world at will to roam;
Not with bound hands shall I behold distress,
But be as able as my will to bless.
Ambition shall attain each just desire,
And Love and Joy burn with a Spirit's fire.