Their Height In Heaven Comforts Not,
Their height in heaven comforts not, Their glory nought to me; 'T was best imperfect, as it was; I 'm finite, I can't see. The house of supposition, The glimmering frontier That skirts the acres of perhaps, To me shows insecure. The wealth I had contented me; If 't was a meaner size, Then I had counted it until It pleased my narrow eyes Better than larger values, However true their show; This timid life of evidence Keeps pleading, "I don't know."
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