694 br br The Heaven vests for Each br In that small Deity br It craved the grace to worship br Some bashful Summer's Day— br br Half shrinking from the Glory br It importuned to see br Till these faint Tabernacles drop br In full Eternity— br br How imminent the Venture— br As one should sue a Star— br For His mean sake to leave the Row br And entertain Despair— br br A Clemency so common— br We almost cease to fear— br Enabling the minutest— br And furthest—to adore—br br Emily Dickinsonbr br