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A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
Your prayers, oh Passer by!
From such a common ball as this
Might date a Victory!
From marshallings as simple
The flags of nations swang.
Steady—my soul: What issues
Upon thine arrow hang!
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- A Door Just Opened On A Street
- I Died For Beauty
- 'Morning' Means 'Milking' To The Farmer
- Success Is Counted Sweetest
- A Light Exists In Spring