To think that my faith has reserved me this place!
Though enough is as good as a feast,
Having conquered the gluttonous beast,
As elect I may stuff on more than enough,
And not be disturbed in the least.
“When I am safe on the infinite shore,
Free to do naught, if I like, but adore,
O what a blessing and O what a good
To think I may temper the praise to the mood!
For enough is as good as a feast,