313 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!SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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