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XXVI. Victory comes late, And is held low to freezing lips Too rapt with frost To take it. How sweet it would have tasted, Just a drop! Was God so economical? His table 's spread too high for us Unless we dine on tip toe. Crumbs fit such little mouths, Cherries suit robins; The eagle's golden breakfast Strangles them. TWENTY SIX VICTORY COMES LATE AND IS HELD LOW TO FREEZING LIPS TOO RAPT WITH FROST TO TAKE IT HOW SWEET IT WOULD HAVE TASTED JUST A DROP WAS GOD SO ECONOMICAL HIS TABLES SPREAD TOO HIGH FOR US UNLESS WE DINE ON TIPTOE CRUMBS FIT SUCH LITTLE MOUTHS CHERRIES SUIT ROBINS THE EAGLE'S GOLDEN BREAKFAST STRANGLES THEM
e'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. XXV. SHIPWRECK. It tossed and tossed, -- A little brig I knew, -- O'ertook by blast, It spun and spun, And groped delirious, for morn. It slipped and slipped, As one that drunken stepped; Its white foot tripped, Then dropped from sight. Ah, brig, good-night To crew and you; The ocean's heart too smooth, too blue, To break for you. 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 SABAKTHENY 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 WETS VICTORY THEY SAY THE WREATHS IN OLD GET SEMINE AND DEAR THE SHORE BEYOND TIS BEGGAR'S BANQUETS BEST DEFINE TIS THIRSTING VITALIZES WINE FAITH FAINTS TO UNDERSTAND TWENTY FIVE SHIPWRECK IT TOSSED AND TOSSED A LITTLE BRIG I KNEW O'ERTOOK BY BLAST IT SPUN AND SPUN AND GROPED DELIRIOUS FOR MORN IT SLIPPED AND SLIPPED AS ONE THAT DRUNKEN STEPPED ITS WHITE FOOT TRIPPED THEN DROPPED FROM SIGHT AH BRIG GOOD NIGHT TO CREW AND YOU THE OCEAN'S HEART TOO SMOOTH TOO BLUE TO BREAK FOR YOU
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