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...SURFACES AND MASKS; 4 by CLARENCE MAJOR SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: WILLIAM AND EMILY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS IS YOUR TOWN NINEVEH? by MARIANNE MOORE RICH AND POOR; OR, SAINT AND SINNER by THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK SONNET: 97 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |