Credit Due

Each revision of the mind

Brings the soundest sweetest lease,

On the visionary find

Of which like dismay I cease.

The very act which casts upon

The source distinctive credit due,

Forges Flumes that carry on

Continued grace all through and through.

But as soon as we retrace

With what splendor we express,

And deny what spring of grace

That would perish think of less

Than the lending to delight

Every soul which hath an ear,

In a never-ending aim of sight

To uphold all so very dear,

Then in spite of yet our goal,

We discount the very force,

And quick appears the rocky shoal

And in this from depth divorce.

So, though increase may seem temptation

To attain the credit due,

In support of His elation,

Were He of nature, He would sue!