MY future will not copy fair my past br On any leaf but Heaven's. Be fully done, br Supernal Will ! I would not fain be one br Who, satisfying thirst and breaking fast br Upon the fulness of the heart, at last br Saith no grace after meat. My wine hath run br Indeed out of my cup, and there is none br To gather up the bread of my repast br Scattered and trampled ! Yet I find some good br In earth's green herbs, and streams that bubble up br Clear from the darkling ground, -- content until br I sit with angels before better food. br Dear Christ ! when thy new vintage fills my cup, br This hand shall shake no more, nor that wine spill.