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Intent upon the vision
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Of latitudes unknown.
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The angels, happening that way,
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This dusty heart espied;
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Tenderly took it up from toil
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And carried it to God.
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There, -- sandals for the barefoot;
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There, -- gathered from the gales,
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Do the blue havens by the hand
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Lead the wandering sails.
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XXIV.
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TOO MUCH.
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I should have been too glad, I see,
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Too lifted for the scant degree
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Of life's penurious round;
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My little circuit would have shamed
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This new circumference, have blamed
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The homelier time behind.
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I should have been too saved, I see,
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Too rescued; fear too dim to me
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That I could spell the prayer
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I knew so perfect yesterday, --
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That scalding one, "Sabachthani,"
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Recited fluent here.
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Earth would have been too much, I see,
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And heaven not enough for me;
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I should have had the joy
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Without the fear to justify, --
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The palm without the Calvary;
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So, Saviour, crucify.
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Defeat whets victory, they say;
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The reefs in old Gethsemane
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Endear the shore beyond.
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'T is beggars banquets best define;
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'T is thirsting vitalizes wine, --
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Faith faints to understand.
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XXV.
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SHIPWRECK.
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It tossed and tossed, --
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A little brig I knew, --
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O'ertook by blast,
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It spun and spun,
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And groped delirious, for morn.
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It slipped and slipped,
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As one that drunken stepped;
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Its white foot tripped,
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Then dropped from sight.
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Ah, brig, good-night
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To crew and you;
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The ocean's heart too smooth, too blue,
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To break for you.
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XXVI.
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Victory comes late,
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And is held low to freezing lips
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Too rapt with frost
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To take it.
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How sweet it would have tasted,
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Just a drop!
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Was God so economical?
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His table 's spread too high for us
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Unless we dine on tip-toe.
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Crumbs fit such little mouths,
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Cherries suit robins;
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The eagle's golden breakfast
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Strangles them.
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God keeps his oath to sparrows,
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Who of little love
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Know how to starve!
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XXVII.
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ENOUGH.
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God gave a loaf to every bird,
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But just a crumb to me;
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I dare not eat it, though I starve, --
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My poignant luxury
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To own it, touch it, prove the feat
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That made the pellet mine, --
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Too happy in my sparrow chance
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For ampler coveting.
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It might be famine all around,
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I could not miss an ear,
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Such plenty smiles upon my board,
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My garner shows so fair.
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