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At least—to pray—is left—is left—
Oh Jesus—in the Air—
I know not which thy chamber is—
I'm knocking—everywhere—
Thou settest Earthquake in the South—
And Maelstrom, in the Sea—
Say, Jesus Christ of Nazareth—
Hast thou no Arm for Me?
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- Unable Are The Loved To Die
- Surgeons Must Be Very Careful
- And This Of All My Hopes
- Awake Ye Muses Nine, Sing Me A Strain Divine
- T Was Just This Time Last Year I Died.
