Had I The Grace To Win The Grace Of Some Old Man In Lore Complete, My Face Would Worship At His Face, And I Sit Lowly At His Feet. Had I The Grace To Win The Grace Of Childhood, Loving Shy, Apart, The Child Should Find A Nearer Place, And Teach Me Resting On My Heart. Had I The Grace To Win The Grace Of Maiden Living All Above, My Soul Would Trample Down The Base, That She Might Have A Man To Love. A Grace I Had No Grace To Win Knocks Now At My Half Open Door: Ah, Lord Of Glory, Come Thou In!-- Thy Grace Divine Is All, And More.