God Whose Gifts In Gracious Flood

God, whose gifts in gracious flood
Unto all who seek are sent,
Only asks you to be good,
And is content.

So the world, when all things are
Sparkling, yet does nought ignite,
Only asks you to be fair,
And finds delight.

And my heart, in the sweet shade
Of two beauteous eyes steeped o'er,
Only asks if you be glad,
And nothing more.