Divine forgiveness (The Disciple)

(The Saviour of the World, Vol VI Book IV Poem LXXIII)

How vast the firmament! We lift our gaze
And search the heavens for a boundary line;
Stars upon stars confound us; we divine
Innumerous orbs within the glorious maze!

So, would we track th’ illimitable rays
Of the Divine Perfections, baffled, we;
Outgazing further than weak eyes may see,
Efforts to focus too much glory daze

Our giddy sense! With what relief we rest
On one great star that dominates the sky!
A three-mooned planet, bright, diffusing light,

Divine Forgiveness glorifies our night—
For wilful souls, for those, neglected, lie,
For them who knew and loved, yet—left the Best!

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