God measures souls by their capacity For entertaining his best Angel, Love. Who loveth most is nearest kin to God, Who is all Love, or Nothing. He who sits And looks out on the palpitating world, And feels his heart swell in him large enough To hold all men within it, he is near His great Creator's standard, though he dwells Outside the pale of churches, and knows not A feast-day from a fast-day, or a line Of Scripture even. What God wants of us Is that outreaching bigness that ignores All littleness of aims, or loves, or creeds, And clasps all Earth and Heaven in its embrace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SIMON THE CYRENIAN SPEAKS by COUNTEE CULLEN LINES WRITTEN IN A CITY COMPOSING-ROOM by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS SAW YE JOHNNIE COMIN'? by JOANNA BAILLIE SONNET: CLEAVE THOU THE WAVES by MATHILDE BLIND TWO QUESTIONS by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE THE RETURN by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |