The Elixir

   Teach me, my God and King,
   In all things Thee to see,
And what I do in anything
   To do it as for Thee.

   Not rudely, as a beast,
   To run into an action;
But still to make Thee prepossest,
   And give it his perfection.

   A man that looks on glass,
   On it may stay his eye;
Or it he pleaseth, through it pass,
   And then the heaven espy.

   All may of Thee partake:
   Nothing can be so mean,
Which with his tincture (for Thy sake)
   Will not grow bright and clean.

   A servant with this clause
   Makes drudgery divine:
Who sweeps a room as for Thy laws,
   Makes that and th' action fine.

   This is the famous stone
   That turneth all to gold;
For that which God doth touch and own
   Cannot for less be told.