696 br br Their Height in Heaven comforts not— br Their Glory—nought to me— br 'Twas best imperfect—as it was— br I'm finite—I can't see— br br The House of Supposition— br The Glimmering Frontier that br Skirts the Acres of Perhaps— br To Me—shows insecure— br br The Wealth I had—contented me— br If 'twas a meaner size— br Then I had counted it until br It pleased my narrow Eyes— br br Better than larger values— br That show however true— br This timid life of Evidence br Keeps pleading—"I don't know.