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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 Savior-Crucify-
Defeat-whets Victory-they say-
The Reefs-in old Gethsemane-
Endear the Coast-beyond!
‘Tis Beggars-Banquets-can define-
‘Tis Parching-vitalizes Wine-
“Faith” bleats-to understand!
