The Heaven Vests For Each

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The Heaven vests for Each
In that small Deity
It craved the grace to worship
Some bashful Summer's Day-

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-