TOO MUCH.
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.
