A Child's Wish

I wish I were the little key   That locks Love’s Captive in, And lets Him out to go and free   A sinful heart from sin. I wish I were the little bell   That tinkles for the Host, When God comes down each day to dwell   With hearts He loves the most. I wish I were the chalice fair,   That holds the Blood of Love, When every gleam lights holy prayer   Upon its way above. I wish I were the little flower   So near the Host’s sweet face, Or like the light that half an hour   Burns on the shrine of grace. I wish I were the altar where,   As on His mother’s breast, Christ nestles, like a child, fore’er   In Eucharistic rest. But, oh! my God, I wish the most   That my poor heart may be A home all holy for each Host   That comes in love to me.