The Riddle

Shall I love God for causing me to be?

I was mere utterance; shall these words love me?

Yet when I caused His work to jar and stammer,

And one free subject loosened all His grammar,

I love Him that He did not in a rage

Once and forever rule me off the page,

But, thinking I might come to please Him yet,

Crossed out 'delete' and wrote His patient 'stet'.