Victory comes late

VICTORY comes late,And is held low to freezing lipsToo rapt with frostTo take it.How sweet it would have tasted,Just a drop!Was God so economical?His table 's spread too high for usUnless we dine on tip-toe.Crumbs fit such little mouths,Cherries suit robins;The eagle's golden breakfastStrangles them.God keeps his oath to sparrows,Who of little loveKnow how to starve!