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One blessing had I, than the rest / So larger to my eyes / That I stopped gauging, satisfied, / For this enchanted size.
It was the limit of my dream, / The focus of my prayer, -- / A perfect, paralyzing bliss / Contented as despair.
I knew no more of want or cold, / Phantasms both become, / For this new value in the soul, / Supremest earthly sum.
The heaven below the heaven above / Obscured with ruddier hue.
Life's latitude leant over-full; / The judgment perished, too.
Why joys so scantily disburse, / Why Paradise defer, / Why floods are served to us in bowls, -- / I speculate no more.