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 Coast beyond!
'T is Beggars - Banquets best define;
'T is parching - vitalizes Wine, -
'Faith' bleats - to understand!