And promises; that weaves, with art divine,
The richest prospect into present peace:
A joy ambitious! joy in common held
With thrones ethereal, and their greater far;
A joy high privileged from chance, time, death!
A joy, which death shall double, judgment crown! 1350
Crown’d higher, and still higher, at each stage,
Through bless’d eternity’s long day; yet still,
Not more remote from sorrow, than from Him,
Whose lavish hand, whose love stupendous, pours