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.
