English poem
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.
All may of Thee partake: Nothing can be so mean Which with this 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.