<h2><SPAN name="poem75"></SPAN>GOD’S MEASURE</h2>
<p class="poetry">God measures souls by their capacity<br/>
For entertaining his best Angel, Love.<br/>
Who loveth most is nearest kin to God,<br/>
Who is all Love, or Nothing.</p>
<p class="poetry"> He who
sits<br/>
And looks out on the palpitating world,<br/>
And feels his heart swell in him large enough<br/>
To hold all men within it, he is near<br/>
His great Creator’s standard, though he dwells<br/>
Outside the pale of churches, and knows not<br/>
A feast-day from a fast-day, or a line<br/>
Of Scripture even. What God wants of us<br/>
Is that outreaching bigness that ignores<br/>
All littleness of aims, or loves, or creeds,<br/>
And clasps all Earth and Heaven in its embrace.</p>
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