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I should have been too glad, I see, / Too lifted for the scant degree / Of life's penurious round; / My little circuit would have shamed / This new circumference, have blamed / The homelier time behind.
I should have been too saved, I see, / Too rescued; fear too dim to me / That I could spell the prayer / I knew so perfect yesterday, -- / That scalding one, "Sabachthani," / Recited fluent here.
Earth would have been too much, I see, / And heaven not enough for me; / I should have had the joy / Without the fear to justify, -- / The palm without the Calvary; / So, Saviour, crucify.
Defeat whets victory, they say; / The reefs in old Gethsemane / Endear the shore beyond. / 'T is beggars banquets best define; / 'T is thirsting vitalizes wine, -- / Faith faints to understand.