Poem by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Grace

How much, preventing God! how much I owe
To the defenses thou hast round me set:
Example, custom, fear, occasional slow,
These scorned bondmen were my parapet.
I dare not peep over this parapet
To gauge with glance the roaring gulf below,
The depths of sin to which I had descended,
Had not these me against myself defended.

1. Each and All
2. Alphonso of Castile
3. To Rhea
4. Uriel
5. To J.W.

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