Thomas Hardy - After reading psalms lyrics

Simple was I and was young; Kept no gallant tryst, I; Even from good words held my tongue, Quoniam Tu fecisti! Through my youth I stirred me not, High adventure missed I, Left the shining shrines unsought; Yet - me deduxisti! At my start by Helicon Love-lore little wist I, Worldly less; but footed on; Why? Me suscepisti! When I failed at fervid rhymes, “Shall,” I said, “persist I?” “Dies” (I would add at times) “Meos posuisti!” So I have fared through many suns; Sadly little grist I Bring my mill, or any one's, Domine, Tu scisti! And at dead of night I call: “Though to prophets list I, Which hath understood at all? Yea: Quem elegisti?”