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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.