CMP Review 2026-04-04

April 4, 2026

Too Much

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.

Defeat whets victory, they say;
The reefs in old Gethsemane

Endear the shore beyond.

’T is beggars banquets best define;
’T is thirsting vitalizes wine,—

Faith faints to understand.

Emily Dickinson

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