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It was too late for Man—
But early, yet, for God—
Creation—impotent to help—
But Prayer—remained—Our Side—
How excellent the Heaven—
When Earth—cannot be had—
How hospitable—then—the face
Of our Old Neighbor—God—
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- To My Small Hearth His Fire Came
- Embarrassment Of One Another
- You Said That I
- To Love Thee Year By Year
- It Troubled Me As Once I Was