What Twigs We held by

What Twigs We held by –
Oh the View
When Life’s swift River
———-striven through
We pause before a further plunge
To take Momentum –
As the Fringe

Upon a former Garment shows
The Garment cast,
Our Props disclose
So scant, so eminently small
Of Might to help, so pitiful
To sink, if We had labored,
———-fond
The diligence were not more blind

How scant, by everlasting Light
The Discs that satisfied our sight –
How dimmer than a Saturn’s Bar
The Things esteemed, for Things that are!