I groped for him before I knew
With solemn nameless need
All other bounty sudden chaff
For this foreshadowed Food
Which others taste and spurn and sneer —
Though I within suppose
That consecrated it could be
The only Food that grows
I groped for him before I knew
With solemn nameless need
All other bounty sudden chaff
For this foreshadowed Food
Which others taste and spurn and sneer —
Though I within suppose
That consecrated it could be
The only Food that grows
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