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. To Rhea
2. To J.W.
3. Mithridates
4. Uriel
5. The Problem

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