The Heaven vests for Each

Half shrinking from the Glory

It importuned to see

Till these faint Tabernacles drop

In full Eternity —

How imminent the Venture —

As one should sue a Star —

For His mean sake to leave the Row

And entertain Despair —

A Clemency so common —

We almost cease to fear —

Enabling the minutest —

And furthest — to adore —