I am thy grass, O Lord! br I grow up sweet and tall br But for a day; beneath Thy sword br To lie at evenfall. br br Yet have I not enough br In that brief day of mine? br The wind, the bees, the wholesome stuff br The sun pours out like wine. br br Behold, this is my crown; br Love will not let me be; br Love holds me here; Love cuts me down; br And it is well with me. br br Lord, Love, keep it but so; br Thy purpose is full plain; br I die that after I may grow br As tall, as sweet again.