(Canticles 2:1. The Lily of the Valleys) br br Am I Thy gold? Or purse, Lord, for Thy wealth; br Whether in mine or mint refined for Thee? br I'm counted so, but count me o'er Thyself, br Lest gold-washed face, and brass in heart I be. br I fear my touchstone touches when I try br Me, and my counted gold too overly. br br Am I new-minted by Thy stamp indeed? br Mine eyes are dim; I cannot clearly see. br Be Thou my spectacles that I may read br Thine image do upon me stand, br I am a golden angel in Thy hand. br br Lord, make my soul Thy plate: Thine image bright br Within the circle of the same enfoil. br And on its brims in golden letters write br Thy superscription in an holy style. br Then I shall be Thy money, Thou my hoard: br Let me Thy angel be, be Thou my Lord.